SO GOD MADE A DOG

All right my friends; you know how I feel about dogs so I want to share something with you that I came across on the Internet the other day. It’s called, “So God Made a Dog.” I remember years ago the late Paul Harvey did something similar called, “So God Made a Farmer” and maybe it’s a take-off on that, I don’t know. I want you to know I didn’t compose it, and I’m not sure who did so I can’t give credit where credit is due, but it says so well how I feel about dogs. I have talked to you about my Molly before, and I have nothing new to report on her. As loveable as she is, if Molly was starting school this fall, I think she would need a tutor. But just to hear her breathing, on the floor next to my bed at night, gives me pause and reassurance—and maybe some dog hair on the rug, but who cares. There is something about a Labrador’s eyes that women should pick up on, and maybe they would get their way more often. Ouch!  Did I really say that? Well, too late now. To my significant other— mea culpa.  Enjoy the following—Mike

SO GOD MADE A DOG

And on the ninth day God looked down on his wide-eyed children and said, “They need a companion.” So God made a dog.

God said, “I need somebody willing to wake up, give kisses, pee on a tree, sleep all day, wake up again, give more kisses, and then stay up until midnight basking in the glare of a television set.” So God made a dog.

God said, “I need somebody willing to sit, then stay, then roll over and then with no ego or complaint, dress in hats they don’t need and costumes they don’t understand. I need somebody who can break wind without a first care or a second thought;

who can chase tails, sniff crotches, fetch sticks and lift spirits with a lick. Somebody who, no matter what you didn’t do or couldn’t take, or didn’t win, or couldn’t make, will love you without judgment just the same.” So God made a dog.

God said, “I need somebody strong enough to pull sleds and sniff bombs but yet be gentle enough to love babies and lead the blind. Somebody who will spend all day on a couch with a resting head and supportive eyes to lift the spirits of a broken heart.” So God made a dog.

It had to be somebody who would remain patient and loyal, even through loneliness.

Somebody to care and cuddle, snuggle and nuzzle and cheer and charm and snore and slobber and eat the trash and chase the squirrels.

Somebody who would bring a family together with the selflessness of an open heart.

Somebody who would bark and then pant and then reply with rapid tail wag when their best friend says, “let’s go for a ride in the car.”  So God made a dog.