It seemed only fair -- given our lunch stop in George W. Bush's hometown yesterday -- that Ace and I stop in Bill Clinton's hometown of Hope, Arkansas, today.

In honor of the 42nd president we chowed down on some footlong chili cheese dogs at the Sonic, a drive-in restaurant across the street from Clinton's first boyhood home.

The home and non-profit museum, operated by the Clinton Birthplace Foundation, normally doesn't allow dogs, but the curator on duty yesterday (who has five dogs and 14 cats) was agreeable to letting Ace on the grounds for a quick photo in front of Clinton's home.

Ace sniffed around, laid down on the wooden front porch for a bit and, uh, left a little liquid reminder of himself behind before we left. It seems Ace, like hope, springs eternal.

We stopped for the night in Forrest City, Ark. In the past nine days, Ace has slept seven different places.  He's got to be getting a little confused -- and wondering just where home is nowadays.