A Dog's Prayer ...for the Dog lovers out there
Dear God,
Why do humans smell the 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,
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?
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,
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,
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
Schnauzer across the street.
Dear God,
Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God,
We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals,
whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy
fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God,
May I have my testicles back? Dear God,
These are just some of the things I must remember (in order to keep my
present living arrangements):
The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee
table.
I will not roll my toys behind the fridge, behind the sofa or under the
bed.
I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house.
I will not eat the cats' food, before they eat it or after they throw it
up.
I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the
house when I am about to get sick.
I will not throw up in the car.
I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like
the way they smell.
I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box; although they are
tasty, they are not food.
I will not eat any more Kleenex or napkins and then redeposit them in the
backyard after processing.
The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
I will not chew my humans' toothbrushes and not tell them.
I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people
will think I am hemorrhaging.
When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when
it's raining outside.
We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on
television.
I will not steal my mom's underwear and dance all over the back yard with
them.
The sofa is not a face towel; neither are Mom and dad's laps.
My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's drivers
license and registration.
I will not play tug of war with dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
I will not roll around in the dirt right after just getting a bath.
Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is not an acceptable way of saying
hello.
I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt across the
carpet.
The toilet bowl is not a never-ending water supply and, just because the
water is blue, doesn't mean it's cleaner.
I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when
company is over.
I will remember that suddenly turning around and smelling my rear end can
quickly clear a room.
The cat is not a squeaky toy so when I play with him and he makes that
noise, it's usually not a good thing.
Laura 
Deskdemon Staff 
