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...affair with the old, nasty Henry. But then the script insists that these epiphanies be spelled out in illuminated capital letters; and Nichols, a jaunty yachtsman of a director, must trawl through treacle. Strings swell at the merest emotion. And -- lordy! -- dog-reaction shots! By the end, when the pooch trots into a school chapel, you may want the animal...
Call it a case of plumbing panic. Within two years, the President and Barbara Bush develop the same overactive thyroid disorder, and best-selling pooch Millie suffers from a bout of doggie lupus. Heightening the drama, doctors reveal that both of these diseases hail from the mysterious realm of autoimmune disorders, which occur when the body unaccountably begins attacking itself. Pundits confidently calculate the odds of such a coincidence at 1 in 3 million. Latter-day Clouseaus begin looking everywhere for a culprit. Dan Quayle raises questions about the ancient plumbing at the Naval Observatory -- the official 100-year...
...Life Millie, the White House's resident English springer spaniel, earned more advances than any other member of the Bush clan. The First Pooch released her "autobiography," as dictated to Barbara Bush, and then pawed her way past such rival authors as Ronald Reagan toward the top of the best-seller lists...
There's not much class, but plenty of struggle, at the Lipkin mansion in Beverly Hills. Oh, sure, the rich know brand names: Harry Winston's jewels drape each mandarin wrist, and much Steuben Glass stands about, waiting to be shattered; and at the funeral for the Lipkins' pet pooch, Michael Feinstein plays piano. But the Lipkins and the Hepburn-Saravians, their haughty next- door neighbors, are egalitarians when considering where their next bedmate should come from. By the end of a weekend in the country, two elegant matrons will have been seduced by their former husbands, one of whom...
...lazy, lovable pet, Yellow Dog, dozes at his feet. An odor catches Andy's attention -- hmmm, something's burning. The master of this Vermont farmhouse eases on over to the hearth, extracts Yellow Dog's tail from the cinders and gently stubs it out like a spent cigar. The pooch barely opens one glazed eye. This scene, briefer than a minute, is a vagrant moment of unforced drollery in Funny Farm's carnival of sylvan horrors...