Saturday SlobberLove

sermonSometimes on Saturday, after our little brother breaks protocol and lunges at a passing jogger on our morning walk, we feel the need to counsel him on universal good dog rules such as no peeing on anything or anyone that moves, no barking our fool head off when we see the standard poodles that we hate, no intrusive sniffing of stranger’s crotches (this humiliates our mother beyond our comprehension), no pulling on the leash until we gag ourselves, no pooping on the sidewalk, no terrorization of innocent cats minding their own business, no eating anything!—not flowers, not bird poop, not other dog’s fossilized poop, not cat poop, not twigs, not plastic bags, not old french fries that someone dumped on the sidewalk, not anything. And when we’re done with our sermon and we’re sure he has listened to us carefully we like to reward the two of us with a rousing game of Don’t Let the Other One Jump On the Bed.

A Good Dog Is a Wise Dog,
Pastor Nice Manners

2 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. PJ says:

    Little brother is so fortunate to have such a wise bigger brother who I am certain practices what he preaches so well.

  2. Catalyst says:

    Hmmm. A pastoral sermon on a Saturday. Funny, I didn’t know Cooper was Jewish.