I included this because it reminds me of my pal Tex’s old dog Gandalf from way back when we lived in Florida. Gandalf was a tiny blond mop dog. My pal Tex would find the biggest coconut around, make sure there was no stem and throw it out in the breaking ocean waves. That little dog would not come back without the coconut. He learned to chew on it as he pushed it until a little thread of husk appeared he could grab onto. High Hopes! That ant moving that rubber tree plant. Or the that Itsy Bitsy Spider. I can’t wait to get to Doggy Heaven to see all my doggy pals… I would guess that the reason that God allows no doggies in Heaven is the dog poop. After all, can you imagine God walking around with a plastic bag full of dog poop? Where would he put his AR15 and his paddle to beat the little children. And the his I HATE FAGS sign?
