Trump and the Dog [JOKE FIC]

Presidential Dread

As soon as he finished, there was a brisk knock at the door. Rolling his eyes he waddled to the door, excepting to find his wife, but was surprised to find a tall man standing at the door. At first he was confused, but he glanced at the badge that sat proudly on the man's chest and realized he was part of white house security. "What seems to be the matter." The president huffed. The man awkwardly cleared his throat before muttering something under his breath. "I can't hear you!" The president snapped. The man sighed deeply and simply pointed up twords the corner of the Oval office. Trump followed the man's finger, and when he saw what the man was pointing at the feeling of superiority and annoyance was replaced with a deep sense of dread. A camera perched innocently in the corner of the room, unaware of the monstrosity it had caught on film. "Get out!" The president yelled, shame washing over him as he shoved the man out the door. He quickly slammed the door shut and stood there, devoid of any feelings other than overwhelming emptiness. What was he going to tell his wife?