THE WIT & WISDOM OF RASTA THE WONDERDOG - PART 3
On humans religion
In order to understand these humans more I've taken a virtual leap of faith....just call me REVEREND RASTA THE WONDERDOG! Yes I've become a minister of the "Universal Life Church" and I have my certificate to prove it. After all, I've been wearing a dog collar for years now anyway.
As usual I digress....yes well, humans are a strange species, I've noted that they spend hours watching the moving picture box with little men running on grass chasing balls....and it's called a religion! Can you believe it?! So I figure that in order to get their undivided attention, like the box, then I should become a minister! Funny thing is that it's not quite working. I am truly puzzled!
It has come to this dog's attention that we dogs as a species are being discriminated against. Just the other day my mistress took me for a walk to the place where the nice smells come from, so being the protector of the family I strode right on in.....well you never heard of a bigger ruckus and embarrassment on my part when I was actually ordered out of the establishment and tied up outside! Hummph! My mistress said "no dogs allowed"...it seems that I'm not allowed in many places, the place where the kids go everyday, the place that when men come out they walk funny and sing silly songs and bark at the ground...and even the front garden. Am I a prisoner to be led by the neck by a rope, attached to a collar I can never remove? If you prick me do I not bleed?
Mistress's Note: At this point I had to forcibly pull Rasta from the keyboard, he was quite HOT under the collar and foaming at the mouth. When he calms down I'll let him make more contributions to my HP.