More Dog Letters to God...
Dear God,
I'm a lucky dog, I have a nice master and comfortable home,
I'm fed regularly, bathed, brushed and combed,
I go for long walks, but always on a leash.
I have a fenced yard but am never allowed to roam.
Why is that?
Dear Dog,
You are very fortunate, my canine friend,
But the world's faster than you may really know,
Too many loose dogs reach untimely ends,
With humans constantly on the go,
Dear God,
Sometimes my master forgets to give me water,
My throat gets parched and dry.
So I'll drink from the toilet, does that really matter?
It bothers him and I can't figure why.
Can you clarify?
Dear Dog,
Yes, people get busy and are prone to forget,
The necessities which pets need the most.
Don't worry too much, go ahead, drink from the toilet,
Just avoid it if yellow or if somethings afloat.
Dear God,
Sometimes my butt itches so I try to scratch it,
But I can't reach it as hard as I try.
So I sit on the carpet and scoot forward a bit,
My master goes ballistic. Why?
Dear Dog,
Well friend you see, carpets are expensive,
I realize they're more abrasive than grass.
I suggest the next time you get apprehensive,
Find somewhere private to scratch your ass.
Dear God,
My best friend Jafar got hit by a car,
We were just playing and he chased a cat.
His master took him to someplace far,
I never saw him again, where's he at?
Dear Dog,
Jafar is okay, he is here with me, just as other dogs are,
People spend money and go to great extremes,
When the injured and ill are as they are.
Pets are more expendable it seems.
Dear God,
When people eat they sit and talk at a table,
In chairs with their feet on the floor.
I get my food served on the floor, when they're able,
It's hard to listen when your eating on all fours.
Any suggestions?
Dear Dog,
People are funny, they spend lots of money,
They never like it thought that they're poor.
Their talk may be dull and what would the fun be,
If you never ate scraps off the floor.
Dear God,
And what's the deal with hot food on plates?
I always get my food served cold.
I must admit though, sometimes I can't wait,
Is it quicker to get served in a bowl?
Dear Dog,
No, not really, it's a matter of taste,
It depends on your owner and the time it takes,
People get caught up in their hurried haste,
It's not so bad though when you get to lick the plates.
Dear God,
I've heard it said dog's look like their masters,
I've never known that to be true.
Is it true you created man in your image?
Does that mean dogs look like you too?
Dear Dog,
That's true, in a sense, I gave all dogs my demeanor.
Dogs reflect what good men ought to be.
They are special to me, I named their species to make it clearer,
Just spell Dog backwards and you'll see what I mean.
Dear God,
I understand dogs age faster then masters,
In dog years, one equals man's seven,
When humans die it's you that they ask for.
Is it true that all dogs go to heaven?
Dear Dog,
Yes my freind, that is true.
Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney
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