My name is Rover. I am a dog and one of your creatures. I just wanted to say thank you for a myriad of things for which I am most grateful.
Yeah, I know it’s highly unlikely that a lowly canine like me could ever, would ever close my eyes, lift my head in absolute reverence and fold my paws, well in heart and mind anyway, and pray to you. But here I am, propped up on the side of the bed, next to my bi-ped.
Hope you like the photo.
Anyway God, I love this little guy. He’s almost seven years old and a great kid. He tries hard in school, minds his mother and father..plays well with others. I’ve known him since he was a baby. I met him when he was six weeks old. I wanted to wait to introduce myself until he opened his eyes, you know.
He takes good care of me, so watch over Timmy, please God? And be with him when he has his tonsils removed next week.
In other gratitude, thanks for my abundance of chew toys and the primo chow I get every day. Add to that mix, fresh water and a warm, comfortable bed, and I am one happy puppy.
Yes Lord, life is good and Timmy’s family is choice. I love it here. And frankly, that’s the premise of my prayer. I just wanted to thank you God, primarily for NOT sending me to Michael Vick’s house.
Twenty-three months in federal????? WHAT A DOG HATING PRICK!!!!!
With regard to his Vick’s cell mate Lord, please, PLEASE give that dog a bone…….often.