Jess and I headed to West Midtown this morning, where (due to the recency of our move) we’re still registered to vote. We brought along Gemelli, mostly because we didn’t know how long we’d have to wait in line to vote (answer: two and a half hours), but we were pretty sure it was longer than a two-month-old puppy could stay by himself at home.

Frankly, Mel wasn’t a big fan of the wait, but he was very happy to vote (and not just because he enjoyed chewing the corner of the ballot). I won’t disclose my own choices, though I will say that he voted for Barack. Or, really, for Bo. Turns out, he and the First Dog have roughly the same markings.