Zeke wasn’t a bad dog. He didn’t pee on the carpets, bite children, or chase mailmen seriously enough to catch them.
It’s just that he couldn’t seem to learn commands. He’d come if you called, but he didn’t seem to think it was a specific command. He could sit if he felt like sitting, but he wouldn’t do it when anyone told him. No amount of treats helped.
Of course, they never tried “avert international incident!” until the fateful day it was necessary.
He leaped into the fray, commandeered computers, negotiated, hacked, and finally stopped the bombing.
Good dog, Zeke.