“Andrij The Orphaned Ukrainian Rescue Dog”: Chapter 5: Rallying the Troops and Big Plans for Me That I May Not Like: Am I Going to Canada?

In a few days I am up and walking with a bit of a limp. Time seems to be running short. Our troops are bashing the Russians with Stinger missiles and we have shot down their MIGS with a late delivery of Patriot missiles. Why oh why hasn’t NATO pounded that stupid long and vulnerable convoy of Russian troops. They could have destroyed a huge part of the Russian army in twenty minutes. Putin takes the West as a fool and I must agree as the world watches the Russian genocide.

I am getting healthy and ready to serve my homeland. I have killed a Russian now I want to kill more and more. My blood is boiling out of control.

President Zelensky and I are good friends. He is under a crushing amount of stress. He takes me out for several walks a day and secretly smokes a cigar. One day he says to me to sit. I listen to him. He tells me what an inspiration I am to Ukrainian soldiers and civilians. He says that he wants to send me to the front as an inspiration for our brave fighting troops. I bark a big YES and nuzzle our President.

The next day I am wearing a flak jacket with big Ukrainian flags on both sides and with bodyguards we head to several key defensive positions. There are tired men and women with weapons. But there are too many old men and teenagers. They are willing to fight to the death and so I am I. We have death of our loved ones to give us strength. The Russian troops have vodka and looted treasures. Corrupt scum.

As I walk amongst our brave defenders there are cheers for the “bravest of all”. Western media is in on this and what I can do to rally the West for our cause I do. Dogs around the world are acting strangely barking like maniacs to join this canine jihad.

We are holding our own. The Russians thought they would march in and conquer us. Watch out you arrogant and corrupt bastards as we are going to march to Moscow and string up Putin by his balls for the world to watch. Just watch us.

So I head back to Kiev and get a bath washing the mud and fleas off my body. President Zelensky comes to me and asks, yes he asks and does not order, if I would like to go to Canada and help our defence. Before he can continue I growl and shake my head as here is where I belong. He shoos away his aides and comes up to my face and he holds it with tears in his eyes and says I am the bravest Ukrainian dog and that all of Ukraine loves me and how much the Russians hate and fear me but there are bigger things I can do in Canada. What does he have in mind? He rushes off and tells me I will learn tomorrow.