MY WIFE, MY CHILDREN, and I stood in front of a white, seamless wall, our noses practically touching its surface. Suddenly, the wall opened—it was a hidden door to the Oval Office.
“Come on in, Fournier!” shouted George W. Bush. “Who ya’ dragging in?”
It was my last day covering the White House for the Associated Press, and this 2003 visit was a courtesy traditionally afforded to departing correspondents. I introduced my wife, Lori, and daughters, Holly and Abby, before turning to my son, Tyler, five. “Where’s Barney?” Tyler asked.
The Scottish terrier ran in, and Bush said, “Let’s do a photo!”
As the most powerful man on earth posed, my son launched into a onesided conversation. “Scottish terriers are called Scotties; they originated from Scotland; they can be traced…
