That was when he created dogs
It was an off day
his son was lost in the wilderness
and he couldn’t find a decent grape
let alone turn it into wine.
No rest for the almighty!
Then his old buddy Lucifer
saw himself in a mirror
and suddenly thought
he was Caesar. And there was
some nasty talk about repossession.
So what was GOD to do?
He needed a friend
something that would love him
through the thick and the thin
the good, the bad and the ugly.
He needed good karma
to change the landscape
make the world a softer place.
It required creativity.
And lots of newspaper to soak
up those messy leaks and logs.
And GOD knew that
after listening Oi weh
to that voice crying in the wilderness
it was time to give his nephew
John the Baptist
a companion
someone he could cuddle up with
between those power locust lunches
with the new recruits.
So GOD created dogs
Tall dogs
small dogs
skinny, bald, muscled, hairy, yapping
howling at the moon dogs.
Spirited furry canines that didn’t bite the hand
that feeds them
who would love man and wo-man
no matter what they did.
And GOD relied on wo-man
to speak up and let man know
when he was getting crazy and warlike.
And although she tried to model good behavior
Man did not always listen, so sometimes he was sentenced to go to sleep in the dog house
which wound up being not so bad
because he could always rely on his furry friend
to lick his wounded alter ego
and show him that
he was still redeemable.
And if worse came to worse
his devoted friend would introduce him
to the new female dog
down the street
that’s
had all of her shots!
