Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep...

I’ve been pondering something lately. I do that a lot as you know.

You can find everything under the sun for those of us of the canine persuasion: clothing and furniture stores, restaurants, hotels, beauty saloons, spas, cruises, weddings, birthday parties, dating services, and yoga classes just to name a few.

What about my soul? Hey, I don’t want to go to the bad place. You know, Doggy H---! I’ve been told by my friends that it exists. Mama & Papa tell me no it doesn’t, but I still wonder.

You see, I sometimes have this nasty feeling; some would say it is a sin. I have that green-eyed monster, jealousy, in my heart. I’m sorry I just can’t help it.

When someone, especially Mama & Papa say nice things to, or pet Cinna or Sir Buddy, I go nuts. I try to control myself, but nothing works. I know they love me more than either of them, and I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. By the way, Cinna has it too, but not Sir Buddy. He just jumps up and down, wags his tail and smiles; I‘m even jealous of that.

Mama told me that God made everything and loves all of his creations. Maybe we pets should have a church or synagogue to go to talk to God, or a priest, a preacher, or a rabbi; I like to cover all of bases you see.

What should I do?

Later, (I have to think about this some more),

Woodie


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