According to George W. Bush’s memoir, sleep did not come easily the night the World Trade Center towers fell:
My mind replayed the images of the day: The planes hitting the buildings, the towers crumbling, the Pentagon in flames. I thought of the grief so many families must be feeling.
‘I also thought about the heroism – the flight attendants on the hijacked planes who calmly called supervisors to report their status and the first responders who raced towards the flames at the World Trade Centre.’
But just as he was dozing off a figure appeared at the doorway breathing heavily and – in what proved to be a false alarm – shouted: ‘Mr President, Mr President, the White House is under attack! Let’s go!’
‘I told Laura we had to move fast. She didn’t have time to put in her contact lenses so she held on to me.
‘I grabbed her robe and guided her with one arm while I scooped up Barney, our Scottish terrier, with the other.
‘I called Spot, our English springer spaniel, to follow. I was barefoot and wearing running shorts and a T-shirt. We must have made quite a sight.’
It’s good to know the former president didn’t forget the dogs but what about Willie the cat?
Hey, we wouldn’t be the world’s number one source of Scottie news if we didn’t ask the tough questions.