Dogs letters to God.

Dear God,
How come people love to smell flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another? Where are their priorities?

Dear God,
When we get to Heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it the same old story?

Dear God,
Excuse me, but 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! I know every breed cannot have its own model, but it would be easy to rename the Chrysler Eagle the Chrysler Beagle!

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

Dear God,
When my foster mom's friend comes over to our house, he smells like musk! What's he been rolling around in?

Dear God,
Is it true that in Heaven, dining room tables have on-ramps?

Dear God,
If we come back as humans, is that good or bad?

Dear God,
More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.

Dear God,
When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake hands to get in?

Dear God,
We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent IDs, electromagnetic energy fields, and frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?

Dear God,
Are there dogs on other planets, or are we alone? I have been howling at the moon and stars for a long time, but all I ever hear back is the beagle across the street!

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

Dear God,
Is it true that dogs are not allowed in restaurants because we can't make up our minds what NOT to order? Or is it the carpets again?

Dear God,
When my family eats dinner they always bless their food. But they never bless mine. So, I've been wagging my tail extra fast when they fill my bowl. Have you noticed my own blessing?

Dear God,
I've always lived at the shelter and I have everything I need. But many of the cats here have names and I don't. Could you give me a name please? It would be good for my self-esteem.

Dear God,
The new terrier I live with just peed on the Oriental rug and I have a feeling my family might blame me 'cuz they think I'm jealous of this stupid dog. Since they have no sense of smell, how can I convince them I'm innocent? Does Petsmart sell lie detectors?

-From Pets' letters to God, Mark Bricklin translator


You know you are a dog person IF:


1.  you read a newspaper article by pieces in the front yard.

2.  your dog brings a dead bird/squirrel into the kitchen and generously
    gives it to you with a big smile. You say "For me? Thank you."

3.  city officials come to your home and say "Your dogs are barking."
    You say "Yea, cats meow and birds sing. So?........."

4. you buy a $20.00 stuffed fish toy and within an hour you find fish-
   guts all over the yard. You and the dogs bow your heads in silent
   prayer.

5.  you use your down payment for a new truck to have cateract surgery
    on your old dog and drive the truck you have for 3 more years. (What
    good is a new truck if she can't see out the window?)

6.  you look at every poop in your yard before you pick it up making
    your neighbors think you are weird.

7. you wake in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and your
   feet hit a wet spot. You look at the dog in bed with you and he
   looks at your spouse like "Not me!...Must have been him."

8.  your friends invite you to a fun night out at the dinner theater
    and you say no because you would rather be home grooming your dogs.

9.  and after 3 and a half  hours of grooming you let that beautiful
    creature out to go potty before bedtime and he turns and looks
    back at  you, all clean and pretty, he smiles a little smile that
    warms your heart so deeply that words can never say. A picture you
    will remember forever.  When the dog comes back in you realize he
    has been rolling in the dead bird/squirrel you thought you threw
    away that morning.

10.  Last, but not least, you are on an email list of almost 500 people
     that you laugh with, cry with, and each one of them feels like
     family
 


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