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Saturday, November 20, 2010

Rave of the Day for November 20, 2010: 

Got this in an e-mail today from Pete. Cool, because I was in the mood for something funny AND cute:


TO: GOD
FROM: THE DOG


   
Dear God: Is it on purpose our names are the same, only reversed?





Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?





Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still 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 do 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: 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: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.





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






Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good Dog. 


1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.   


2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just  because I like the way they  smell.  


3. The Litter Box is not a cookie jar.   


4. The sofa is not a 'face towel'.  


5. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.  


6. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet. 


7. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying 'hello'.


8. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.
9. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after. 

10. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.  


11. I  will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch. 


12. 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..



P.S. Dear God: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?

Comments:
These are wonderful—my favorite one of your raves yet, and that's saying something! :)

The one about humans smelling the flowers reminds me of walking Luther in spring. He's stop to smell the bottom of a crabapple tree, and I'd stop to smell the top. We were both happy but didn't really see the other one's reason for it...
 
There would be times when it was windy outside and I'd see Chip sitting on the back porch, very happily sniffing the air as it went by. It was very difficult to walk him as he would insist on smelling EVERYTHING within his reach and several things that weren't, lol. And when it snowed, he would try and eat every bit of it! He was incredibly content being a dog.

We were lucky to have them weren't we?
 
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