I seriously doubt the ninja coppers would be able to establish a GO position without the Dog giving them away. In a graphic way, this is my best guess of what happens if they took down my house. The dog barks like mad, I get up with arms to find out why. Hey, the wife has someone hell bent on her death, so this is a regular occurrence. Then they bust in the door, we all get to find out how munch Kevlar a .338 WM will punch through. I die from several 9mm rounds form an MP-5 (probably not a well aimed controlled burst), then (TF)Mrs. Dead Dog gets popped by a sniper's .308 or gets one shot of .00 buck before she joins me in a blowing frothy blood bubbles on the floor.
I would never live long enough to find out who broke in my house, and really, wouldn't have any other responsible choice but to defend my home and loved ones. My parents never get grand kids from this side of the family, and they get to bury their only son. The cops immortalize their fallen Hero's on TV, and write up their lack of a narcotics bust as another case of bad Intel. The mothers of the Cops children become involuntary single mom's and their children grow up with out their dads
But hey, it's a small price to pay to keep the streets clear of Mari Jane and Visine. This BS has to stop.
The way to fight drugs is to legalize it, and be honest to kids about the effects. Most people that actually try the stuff either walk away and never look back, or use it like I use beer on a Saturday afternoon. The others have problems and will be addicts regardless.
I don't even hold any animosity to the cops, they would just be fallowing orders, that are legal as far as they know. The problem lies with hand wringing bureaucrats buying votes with feel good legislation.