3. Would the trained ex-presidential personnel entrusted with Buddy's care really unintentionally allow him to "bolt" through the "front door" chasing a "contractor"? Who were these handlers? Why haven't such key eyewitnesses been subpoenaed?
4. Who was the shadowy "contractor" and why did he leave in such a hurry? What was he installing at the Clintons' residence, which had been fully remodeled several years ago? Isn't it strange that he would leave the gate open, when any "contractor" worth his salt knows that an open gate plus a dog equals a lawsuit?
5. Buddy is said to have "scampered" fully "600 feet down the road," and then another 100 feet on heavily traveled Route 117 before he was hit. Have you ever "scampered" 600 feet, the length of two football fields?
6. The 17-year-old "high school senior" who allegedly ran over Buddy has been described in the press as a "pretty brunette"—the same description, practically, that was once applied to White House intern Monica Lewinsky. What, if any, was her connection with the ex-president?
7. It is illegal in Chappaqua to allow a dog to run outside your property without a leash unless the dog is "under the owner's voice or visual control." Was Buddy actually being controlled? If not, who decided, at what level, to break the law? Why did an employee of the town clerk's office in heavily Democratic Chappaqua tell the New York Post (Jan. 4) that the penalty for violating this regulation only applies if a dog is picked up by a dog catcher?
8. Celebrity dog trainer Bash Dibra has now come forward, in the Post (Jan. 4), to say that he strictly advised Clinton to always use a leash with Buddy outside the home. Why was this celebrity advice ignored?
9. Writing in the New York Times, a former Clinton aide, now a shadowy "communications consultant," discloses that when Clinton was in office—perhaps at the very height of the impeachment scandal—Buddy would "pad on down to the basement of the West Wing, poking his nose into the wastebaskets outside Sidney Blumenthal's office." Yes, that Sidney Blumenthal, the partisan conspiratorialist who is so often at the center of Clintonian machinations—the same Sidney Blumenthal who had seemingly eerily anticipated last week's deadly event by writing a play about a scandal involving the president's dog. Why Blumenthal's trash, and no one else's? What did the doomed Labrador find there? Had Buddy smelled too much?
Connect the dots. It doesn't add up. No other conclusion seems even possible. Perhaps some subpoenas would help shake loose the real story. But who in Congress will step forward to do what is necessary?
Remember: When they say it's not about the leash, it's about the leash!
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