The Truth About Dogs, chapter 18
I shrugged and followed the secret service dudes outside. They escorted me into a big black limousine. Inside was President George W. Bush.
"Mr. Handstrong, I'd like to take the second...moment...whatever...to, uh, thank you for all your, uh, commitment to um...Canada...the United States of America."
"Ummm...okay...you're welcome...?"
One of the secret service dudes leaned over to the President and whispered something in his ear.
"I thought HE WAS the guy from U2..." President Bush whispered back.
After a few more moments of whispering, President Bush looked back at me, "I'm sorry, Mr. Handstrong, what I, uh, meant to speak of... was... uh...the butterflies, err...dogs trying to...uh...do my job, and some ummm...other things..."
The secret service man on the President's right side finally spoke up, "Mr. Armstrong, what we're meaning to say is that the dogs have taken over Canada, England, Mexico, and are slowly working their way towards absolute conquering over America. The Russians, Chinese, and Japanese have all joined forces with the dogs. We have located the dog's leader, and we need you to take him out."
"WHAT?! Why me? I TRIED to tell people about that damn dog, but nobody would listen to me! I can't risk my neck over something like this. No way. Impossible."
The secret service man on the left sighed, "Mr. Armstrong- the dog leader has taken Princess hostage."
"WHAT?!? HE TOOK MY FUCKING CAT HOSTAGE?!? Oh...He's going DOWN!"
The President smiled at me, and whispered to the driver of the limo to take us to "The Doghouse."
The ride to the doghouse was extremely dismal. Dog shit littered the streets. People were standing underneath trees, trying to get their cats to come down. Houses were burning. Petsmart had been broken in to...But nothing could have prepared me for "The Doghouse."
The Doghouse was a scary place. It was a big, run-down mansion that reeked of dog shit and steaks. The windows had been replaced with huge stained glass windows telling the story of how the dogs took over each part of the world.
"Here we are," nervously said the left side secret service dude
"Mr. Handstrong, I'd like to take the second...moment...whatever...to, uh, thank you for all your, uh, commitment to um...Canada...the United States of America."
"Ummm...okay...you're welcome...?"
One of the secret service dudes leaned over to the President and whispered something in his ear.
"I thought HE WAS the guy from U2..." President Bush whispered back.
After a few more moments of whispering, President Bush looked back at me, "I'm sorry, Mr. Handstrong, what I, uh, meant to speak of... was... uh...the butterflies, err...dogs trying to...uh...do my job, and some ummm...other things..."
The secret service man on the President's right side finally spoke up, "Mr. Armstrong, what we're meaning to say is that the dogs have taken over Canada, England, Mexico, and are slowly working their way towards absolute conquering over America. The Russians, Chinese, and Japanese have all joined forces with the dogs. We have located the dog's leader, and we need you to take him out."
"WHAT?! Why me? I TRIED to tell people about that damn dog, but nobody would listen to me! I can't risk my neck over something like this. No way. Impossible."
The secret service man on the left sighed, "Mr. Armstrong- the dog leader has taken Princess hostage."
"WHAT?!? HE TOOK MY FUCKING CAT HOSTAGE?!? Oh...He's going DOWN!"
The President smiled at me, and whispered to the driver of the limo to take us to "The Doghouse."
The ride to the doghouse was extremely dismal. Dog shit littered the streets. People were standing underneath trees, trying to get their cats to come down. Houses were burning. Petsmart had been broken in to...But nothing could have prepared me for "The Doghouse."
The Doghouse was a scary place. It was a big, run-down mansion that reeked of dog shit and steaks. The windows had been replaced with huge stained glass windows telling the story of how the dogs took over each part of the world.
"Here we are," nervously said the left side secret service dude
