Some missionaries came knocking at my door today. I wouldn’t stop barking until they went away. This house and everything in it belongs to me. I am the coolest dog ever. They are missionaries, what are they going to do? They have to be nice. I can sit there and growl at them. All they can say is, “Oh what a cute little doggie!” I ain’t cute. I am the guard dog. Do not mess with me missionary people. God won’t protect you from the fangs of CoCo!