Daily Freeman (Kingston, NY)

In defense of poodles

- Kathleen Parker Kathleen Parker is syndicated by The Washington Post Writers Group.

It didn’t take long after the Helsinki summit for European and American media publicatio­ns to declare Donald Trump Vladimir Putin’s pet dog.

Britain’s Daily Mirror used “Putin’s poodle” in its next-day coverage. Other European and American outlets referred to the president as “weak” or “submissive.”

Former CIA Director John Brennan said on Twitter that Trump’s tail-wagging submission to Putin was “nothing short of treasonous.” Even Foreign Policy magazine hacked the benighted poodle in its headline: “Trump Is Coming Off as Putin’s Poodle, But That Actually Undermines Russia’s Main Goal.”

Editorial cartoonist­s ran with the image. Atlanta-based Trevor Irvin depicted Putin holding a leash attached to a pink-poufed Trump poodle and tossing a tennis ball in the air. The caption: “Let’s play fetch, my little Troodle.” Two days before the summit, Democratic National Committee Chairman Tom Perez pre-emptively called the president “Putin’s poodle” after a Trump tweet about the indictment of 12 Russians as part of the Mueller investigat­ion.

Not surprising­ly, poodles are outraged. Surely any fair person would concede they deserve a voice in the matter, which I have volunteere­d to provide. I am a poodle person. I am not, however, a poufy-poodle person, as my unkempt Ollie would attest were he able.

The idea behind these poodle aspersions, apparently, is that when a world leader appears to be weak or subservien­t, then he or she is considered to be poodle-like. This is absurd on its face. First of all, poodles are inexplicab­ly brave, especially those of the toy breed, which, despite their aptitude in other matters, are oblivious to scale.

Ollie, who was born blind, at least has an excuse for confusing a Doberman with a Pekinese. But even sighted poodles are ridiculous­ly smug around grander beasts. This was certainly true for Gigi, my childhood toy poodle, who never knew fear or defeat during her 18-year stint as the luckiest dog on Earth.

On the second point, poodles are the precise opposite of subservien­t. Agreeable, yes. Grovelers, no. This is principall­y because they are more intelligen­t than the average American adult. They’ll “obey” to make a human feel good, but this is only a performanc­e, an act of strategic subterfuge aimed at some higher order of self-indulgence.

Thus, to call a weak, submissive fool a poodle is misguided — and no insult to the person so designated.

They say people often resemble the dogs they choose for themselves, though just as likely, they select dogs with the characteri­stics they think they also possess. Putin, for example, once bragged to George W. Bush that his dog, a Labrador retriever, was bigger, stronger and faster than Bush’s Scottish Terrier. To be sure, this was true, but what kind of man displays his dog’s physical attributes to burnish his own masculinit­y and, presumably, his dominion in the dog park?

Trump, alas, has no dog in this fight or any other. This is because in his mind, he is the dog. He’s the Big Dog. He’s got bigger buildings, better cars, boats and planes, the prettiest wife. And the world isn’t an oyster, after all, but a hydrant. How odd, given all his massive accumulati­on of objects and wealth, that he did seem to be wagging for Putin and begging for treats.

This is nothing a real poodle would do — ever. I’ve known poodles, Mr. Trump, and, notwithsta­nding your topiar-ied poof, you’re no poodle.

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