This is my Doggo. There are many like it, but this Doggo is mine. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me my Doggo is useless. Without my Doggo, I am useless.
I must cuddles my pupper true. I must Wrastle harder than the pupper who is trying to nibs me.
I must nose-boop him before he nose-boops me. I will. My Doggo and I know that what counts in life is not the bum scratches, the noise of our lols, or the ol' shaky leg.
We know that it is the borks that count. We will bork.

My Doggo is human, even as I am human, because it is my Doggo. Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its feets, its waggler, its ears and its belly.
I will keep my Doggo clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.

Before God I swear this creed. My Doggo and I are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is ours and there is no enemy.