A Dogs Letter to God

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A dog's letter to God:

Dear God, Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it the same old story?

Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray and
the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We
dogs love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the 'Chrysler Beagle'?

If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?

We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, handsignals, whistles, horns, clickers,
beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields and Frisbee flight paths. What do! humans
understand?

More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake
hands to get in?

Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?

Finally, let me give you a list of just a few of the things I must remember to be a good dog:


I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it (or after they eat it either).
I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, turtles, crabs, etc. just because I like the way they smell.
The sofa is not a face towel; neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration.
I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is not an acceptable way of saying ' hello.'
I do not need to suddenly stand straight ! up when I'm lying under the coffee table.
I will shake the rainwater out of my fur BEFORE entering the house.
I will not throw up in the car.
I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt across the carpet.
I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when company is over.
The cat is not a squeaky toy; so when I play with him and he makes that noise, I will know it is
not a good thing.And, dear God, one more thing: May I please have my testicles back?

With Love,

The Dog



This message was edited Dec 30, 2003 6:29 PM