Duke, the "Bush's Beans dog" and his idiot owner:
I don't give a fuck about the "secret family recipe," which undoubtedly includes bacon fat, salt, high fructose corn syrup, Red Dye No. something, and the occasional illegal worker who accidentally fell into one of the vats. The idea that people will pick up a can of beans from the shelves of supermarkets because some talking dog is willing to sell the recipe speaks more to the gullibility of the American consumer than the the quality of the product. H.L. Mencken was spot-on when he said: "Nobody ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American public."
The pitchman needs to go back to doing something more productive, such as developing a killer meth habit.
Retire the dog.
Oh, and if you need another reason why never to crack open a can of that swill, this ought to do it for you: