I am, in addition to being The World’s Best Dog, a bad-ass dog. Nothing can prevent me from protecting my family and home. Nothing can get by my razor-sharp senses. I am like Col. Nathan R. Jessup in A Few Good Men:
You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall.
Here I am protecting that wall:
There is one big difference between me and Jessup: he was a jack-ass (as opposed to being a bad-ass), and I am not. But you already knew that.
Protecting the wall is exhausting:
Because it’s all up to me. I wish I could protect you, too, but Mom won’t let me off the premises. Like I’ve said before, she’s so lucky.
I love you!