When I say he’s a Democrat, I refer not to a Blue-Dog Democrat, neither to a Democrat like his human mom. Gus is a progressive. He’s multi-breed and non-white. He’s young and seems to have considerable gender fluidity for reasons I omit for decency purposes, but he reminds me a bit of a certain randy, well-loved ex-president. I  might add that Gus does not wear flannel pants. Wrong generation.

How I determined for certain his political preference was through a PhD animal psychologist who examined the pup last week. She said that resource-guarding explained his violent disposition. If he has played with a toy or even chewed on a broken icicle or a chunk of bark—worthless stuff—and abandons it, my other dog, who is a pacifist and claims to be apolitical, sometimes chews on it himself. When that happens, Gus attacks and bites his jugulars in fit of snarling, clawing profanity.

I see resource guarding constantly by Democrats. “Well, I tell you what, if you have a problem figuring out whether you’re for me or Trump, then you ain’t black.”  Joe Biden said this to a black dude in one of his rare appearances in the campaign. (Is that different from saying I own you?) Obvious resource guarding was in operation in that exchange and in many others. Democrats claim all people of color as their own, including Latinos, plus LGBTQs, university faculty, staff and students, journalists, women, and probably other demographic groups that I don’t recall as their property. If any party messes with the groups that they, like border collies, have split off from the herd, then there will be hell to pay.

When the Dems are out of power, their possessiveness continues. Likewise, when had Gus castrated, it did no good. When Gus launches an assault, my wife pulls them apart while I stare in wonderment and think, what the hell? Nigel, that’s my other dog’s name, is a purebred setter, English and regal. When he gets old enough—if he gets old enough—he might react by becoming a Republican, which I’m fairly certain, plays a roll in the ongoing abuse. Gus laid claim to a small orange quilt. Nigel learned to avoid it. Democrats lay claim to states and regions. If the California Republicans away from the coast try to claim the state, they are attacked. Mr. Trump tried to claim the whole country. He spent a painful four years as the chew-toy president, managing to win 84% of counties in his failed reelection bid. Perhaps his acolytes should form the Chew-toy Party, given how they are treated. Gus claims newspapers as his exclusive toy. But, with progressives, it’s not clear who owns whom with it comes to all media including social and tech. The Hunter Biden debacle confirmed that the media resource-guard Democrats. In turn for the protection and counter-assaults, progressives work to boycott and shut down Fox News, conservative influencers and talk radio, the competition. Gus, with his experience, may have opportunity to serve on boards of high tech. He now attacks for no apparent reason, a useful, oppressive tactic.

I missed Gus’s political inclination last November. Three of our six mail-in ballots went missing. (To explain, three of us live here and three deceased souls also get ballots.) When I went on line, I found that the ballots had been submitted, not eaten. It took a seance to learn that the dead people—Democrats all—were saddened at not getting to vote, but pleased with how the dog had punched the ballots.