I think my dog is God. No, not in the metaphorical sense of the word, but in the real every day connotation of Him. The controller of the universe, creator of the human race, judge of all that is Good and Evil. Ok, I admit, my dog can't talk and I haven't seen Him appear as fire or something like that. I mean, he isn't even house trained! (Actually I think he does that on purpose.) Anyway, He does show me "signs". Just last week He predicted the big storm that was coming. I had been just sitting there reading the comic section of the newspaper when all of a sudden He lurches into the room like a god damn fire engine and starts moaning and howling out the window. It was a clear day at that moment, and I thought nothing of it till three days later when the winds started blowing and the rains began flooding my basement. I think the news guy on T. V. said it was the worst storm we had had in decades. Now that wasn't all. Every Sunday He'd wake me up in time to go to church, and He'd know if I did or didn't go. Little uncanny situations like that. Sometimes it really scares me. I mean, what if he's there judging me and burying his little bones to count for how many times I'd been bad. I know this may seem farfetched, and well, there are those who think I'm just a little bit crazy in the head, but hey, What the hell else is there to believe in these days?
Reason for writing:
My attempt at humorous prosy poetry. Email me if you
think it works.
Birth sign: Leo
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