Remember how I loved to watch you on Saturday mornings? You were the only talking, flying, canine crusader, your cape and ears flowing courageously in the wind. You were always there to save the day...
Until the day you weren't. Which, sure, maybe that is not your fault. I don't blame you, I mean you can't help if the man decided to pull you off the air...
But you can be blamed for the time you thought it would be a good idea to sell your rights to become a live-action movie. I cannot help but feel like you sold out. Because you did. Your movie grossed, $43,751,706, in the US alone. That does not make you an Underdog. It makes you a rich little dog. You no longer fought against the man... you became the man.
Get your soul back.
I believe in you.
Brittni
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