We have breakfast huddled in a conference room. President Biden and our President Zelensky are talking about further American aid. President Zelensky sees me on the screen and asks President Biden to keep close eyes on me. He thinks Putin is becoming unhinged after my attack on the Russian hockey player. He heard that Putin threw his borscht soup at the wall after seeing my attack. He also has reports Putin is going to raise the bounty on my head to 20 million Euros. My killing of the Brute and attack on the Washington Capital hockey player has infuriated him to the extent that some say he is becoming obsessed with taking me down. Psychological reaction of this sort may hamper his concentration which has been altering due to the Great Russian Stall in the Ukraine. Could I be responsible for pushing him over the edge? The good side is that his coterie of enablers may say he is a danger to Mother Russia and they may take him out. The negative side is that Putin may lose it and be even more aggressive with using nuclear and chemical weapons. President Zelensky says I am in grave danger. President Biden responds by saying he has ordered high level security for me. Experts trained in sniper warfare are keeping a close eye out for my safety.
I go with President Biden to the US Congress to hear President Zelensky give his speech. Of course, it is passioned and inspiring and he receives a 20-minute standing ovation. I can’t resist throwing in a few barks as the cameras are snapping and the film rolling. Ukraine watches me. Putin watches me and he must be screaming in rage. Of course, the applause is rousing but my view is that America sits by while Ukraine is levelled. The US will be drawn into war with Russia and it would have been strategically wise to hit that huge convoy and deal a crippling blow to the puff headed Russians and their poor logistics. We need more and soon. We need NATO forces in the air and on the ground. Not to do so is putting heads in the sand. And the sand is running to an end in the hourglass of Ukraine’s existence. But what do I know? I am a dog.