Comrades, I tell you, it was a close call! A malevolent Invader had massed his forces against the sacred Homeland, assisted by diabolical technology that could only be defeated by the spirit of Bushido and the wise customs of my Kerry Blue Ancestors!
I knew that I had to oppose this evil threat--even at the cost of my own whiskers. Buster, the Samurai would prevail against superior forces, and my name would live forever at the Yasukuni Shrine.
I wrote my last Haiku in blood:
Life flies as the wind
Rushing through the open door,
Dog biscuits crumble !
Then I bad final farewell to my fellow warriors and commenced my mission:
The above footage was captured from the Enemy, who perversely claimed that he was only attempting to water the grass. Nefarious lies! I showed him how a Samurai terrier NEVER surrenders!
The Evil Invader slunk off in defeat and shame. But I had to ensure that his Weapons of Mass Destruction were neutralized, and that he could never subject my Homeland to such a threat again.
I returned to my washitsu, assumed traditional posture upon the floor, and participated in a tea ceremony with my admiring family.