Despite clear outrage from pet owners, animal welfare organizations and the blogsphere, the Mitt Romney campaign continues to make light of the former Mass. governor’s treatment of the family dog.
A few commenters have expressed doubt about just how bad it was for poor Seamus Romney to be on top of the car. Well, don’t listen to us, listen to the experts:
Aerospace engineering professor: “At that speed, assuming sea level conditions, the poor little dog would have about 10 pounds per square foot pressing against his head. He would constantly feel a little less than 3 pounds pressing on his head for the entire trip. The windshield would help, but boy that would get tired.
“Chances are the windshield would only protect the front of the dog, but the air flowing around the windshield would buffet the side of the dog — that would be tiring. My wife’s a vet, and she would be more worried by the dehydration of the dog’s eyes under those conditions.”
Physics and astronomy senior faculty fellow: “What happens to a dog in this situation is precisely what would happen to any of us in the same situation: Trapped in a box for 12 hours would be no one’s idea of comfortable.”
Dog walking service owner: “It would be one thing if someone put it down or forgot and then drove 50 feet and realized what they did. I don’t know anyone who would purposefully do that to a dog.”
The Boston Globe, whose original profile shed light into Romney’s startling behavior published this column with a healthy dose of sarcasm:
I’m not a dog owner, so I can’t say with certainty what the right answer would have been here, but somehow I suspect that if the question of what to do with Seamus was presented as a Harvard Business School case study, the remedy Mitt arrived at would not be widely seized upon as the most intelligent choice.
Several alternatives present themselves. I have heard that it’s possible to pay to board one’s dog at bed-and-breakfast-like establishments generically referred to as “the kennel.” Or even, if one has the means, to engage what is known as a “dog sitter.”
If the rooftop ride really was such a smart solution, at the very least Mitt could have taken a turn up there himself. Certainly he’s proved resolute in the face of risk, at least in the business world, and I have it on good report that the hair product he uses is guaranteed to hold fast in gusts of up to 70 miles an hour.
More on the reactions to Seamus Romney’s treatment after the jump.
From ABC News on the public’s reaction to Mitt Romney’s treatment of the family dog:
Dog lovers certainly aren’t happy. Thousands of readers have posted comments on The New York Times Web site attached to a blog discussing the anecdote.
“This can’t be real, this has to be a joke, right? Who, in their right mind straps their dog to the roof of the car? I don’t care if he’s got a windshield on this dog carrier,” read one comment.
“I’m also amazed the story didn’t end with the death of the dog,” read another. “Did he make any trips where he strapped his wife or one of his children up there?”
Others related Romney’s actions to the type of president he would be.
“The people who will vote for him are those who think torturing animals, making them suffer is OK. He’s a disgusting man, presidential candidate, NOT,” wrote one poster.
From The Boston Globe column:
Still, the whole incident did answer one question for me. Reading another Globe profile of Mitt back in 1994, I learned that one of the Romney family’s 1980s routines had been to gather in Mitt and Ann’s bedroom each night to say their prayers together. Another family dog from that era, a yellow Labrador named McKenzie, would join them, putting her paws up on the bed in mock prayer, Ann told the Globe.
What was McKenzie praying for?
A flea collar? No, not a dog of her preppy pedigree.
Perhaps as simple a blessing as a pat on the head from Ann?
Or maybe just a delicious dog biscuit before bed?
It has long been a mystery, but now I think I know.
“Please, please, please, oh Lord, render my master too busy with business to take a vacation this summer.”