You Can’t Handle the Truth

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!

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About minniekamper

I am the world's best dog. I was born November 23, 1996 and I went to live with the world's luckiest family on February 1, 1997. I love bacon.
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One Response to You Can’t Handle the Truth

  1. PhillyDad says:

    You put the dog in watchdog or maybe you put the watch in watchdog either way you are walking security. Well at least when you are on duty.

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