In Santa Fe, New Mexico, there is no mayoral run-off or primary, so it's often a very crowded field. The year before I moved to Wyoming, there were 13 mayoral candidates, ranging from wacky to wackier. One of them said she wasn't actually running herself, but was channeling the spirit of Tommy Macaione, a dead artist who used to run for mayor all the time.

So I decided if everyone and his dog was running for mayor, I'd just enter my little dog Bob in the race. I announced him in my column one week and replaced my mug with a photo of Bob yawning.

I'm pleased to say he garnered three write-in votes, in addition to my own. Not enough to win, but it was more votes than any other dog had ever received for mayor of Santa Fe.

WyoWoman