George in the Tub
You, George W. Bush, sit in the tub. The water is running and you splash around.
On the other side of the door, your scottish terrier, Barney, whimpers.
He scratches at the door. After a few seconds, he walks away.
Your blackberry vibrates on the counter, just out of reach.
There is an easel and canvas next to the tub. You pick up the brush and begin painting. It is a self portrait, your toes break the surface of the water.