Belinda the Dog

Some women will, excuse the pun, simply dog you no matter what you do. Such is the Case with the ongoing hissy pit san-box cat fight between Peter MacKay and Belinda Stronach. Poor Peter is in the proverbial dog house for a barely audible remark made during a nasty heckle fest in the House of Commons. Of common what I'm not sure but if mudslinging were a recognized sport out folks on the hill would be up there with the best of them. This pile of doo doo stems from a seeming random question from an MP, "what about your dog?" to which a voice similar to MacKay's replied "you have her" while motioning to Stronach's empty seat. Now correct me if I'm wrong but it seems to me we haven't had such a lively bunch of politco fools since the days of ol' P.E. Trudeau and his mattress wearing out ways. You see, for my worldly friends not keeping up on our Canadian ways, this thing between Peter and Belinda has been brewing past the boiling point for quite some time now, oh, say, back to a little over a year ago when the two were live-in lovers and Belinda (as the story goes) decided to do a walk and dump (without the baggie), as in, Peter, you is dumped and, by the way, I'm no longer a Conservative. Then off she goes for a stroll of leisure across the commons floor to join the Liberal party.
I swear I can't write fiction like this.
So Peter pulls his socks up, helps put Harper in the PM's office and goes quietly about his business as minister of foreign affairs while Belinda becomes embroiled in a nasty divorce proceeding between recently retired Maple Leaf Tie Domi and his wife.
Now, the way I was raised, if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck and quacks like a duck...chances are pretty damn good it's a duck.
Sometimes, a politician should be given the liberty to tell the honest truth and call a dog a dog when it warrants.