Nothing is sweeter than a girl and her dog . . . competing for treats? We enjoyed your captions suggesting the competition between a girl and her same-size canine companion, but like this little girl, the winner seemed just out of our grasp.
So we turned to guest judge Sarah Malcolm, who writes for the blog “In Roosevelt History” for the Franklin D. Roosevelt Presidential Library. Sarah has had experience with historic dogs: the blog has featured Fala’s Christmas stocking and little sailor hat!
Congratulations to Amanda! Sarah chose your caption as the winner! Check your e-mail for a treat—er, code for 15% in the eStore.
Although Fala might be the most famous of the Roosevelts’ dogs, this is a different Scottish terrier from decades before Fala joined the family. This photograph was taken in 1907. The dog, Duffy, is competing with Anna Roosevelt for a treat from the hand of FDR (who is standing over them, not yet stricken by polio).
It’s very, very hot in Washington, DC, today and so we couldn’t resist a picture that made us feel cool. Give us your wittiest caption in the comment below!
“Are you sure this is the way out of Vietnam?”
After looking at the direction on Google maps, the Johnsons set out for a nice pleasant drive from New York City to London.
should read…directions…
“The bubbles aren’t what you think”
Ya know…I’m beginning to think that this global warming thing is for real.
It then dawned on Joe that the Secret Service team had forgotten their floaties once again.
Lyndon’s creative driving inspired Lady Bird’s wildflower scenic enhancement project.
Washing crossing the Delaware? HAH! We’re Washington in the Delaware!”
Washington crossing the Delaware? HAH! Weâre Washington in the Delaware!
The GPS said turn right.
Who recommended this vacation to Duluth anyway?!
Not quite “King of the World,” Don is forced to settle for “Disgraced Duke of the Convertible Top.”
Being piped aboard and then it’s full steam ahead for the USS National Archives.
Does this Duck float or are we just making an Aflac boat commercial?
Don’t worry! The auto manual said it would float!
Dang it! Don’t argue with me, son…just paddle!
I must say Lyndon, the Ranch does look wonderful from this advantage!
George spent the rest of the trip in the back after he opened the door in the new amphicar. Poor Curious George.
Now Bob, I told you we should have pulled over for directions!
How many times did I tell you to pack your swim fins? If you’d listen to your mother we’d be to shore by now!
“You told me you got the brakes done!”
” I swear! I don’t mind the traffic on the beltway!”
Although his passenger numbers were small, Earl thought his water taxi business was going quite swimmingly.
“This is the last straw, darling! You’re not reading James Bond before bed anymore!”