Snickers Talks With God

Snickers goes “Stream of Consciousness” with God.  His time with us is growing short as at almost 15 years old, his body is starting to fail him.  Some good questions/observations the ol’ boy brings up.


Dear God: It’s me, Snickers.    



  • Is it on purpose that our names are spelled the same, only in reverse? (God – Dog)
  • Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
  • When we get to Heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or will it be the same old story?
  • Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We love a nice car ride! Would it be so hard to rename the ‘Chrysler Eagle’ the ‘Chrysler Beagle’?
  •  If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
  •  We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent IDs, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
  • More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
  • Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Here is a list of just some of the things I must
remember to be a good dog: 
1. I will not eat the cat’s food before he eats it or after he
throws it up.
2. I will not roll on dead animals, seagulls, fish, crabs, etc.,
just because I like the way they smell.
4. The sofa is not a ‘face towel’.

An afternoon at the lake

5. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

6. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad’s underwear when he’s
on the toilet.
7. Sticking my nose into someone’s crotch is an unacceptable
way of saying ‘hello’.
8. I don’t need to suddenly stand straight up when I’m under
the coffee table.
9. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the
house – not after.
10. I will not come in from outside, and immediately drag my
bottom across the carpet.
11. I will not sit in the middle of the living room, and lick my crotch.
12. The cat is not a ‘squeaky toy’, so when I play with him and
he makes that noise, it’s usually not a good thing.
P.S. Dear God,
When I get to Heaven, may I have my testicles back?
Thanks, Carla.

About Ray V.

Living between Aiken & Charleston,, South Carolina, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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