Our doG's prayer
Our doG which barked in Hound hill,
Marrow be thy lick.
Thy ear be scratch, thy tail may wag,
Indoors as it is in doG house.
Dig out this day our juicy bone,
And forgive our smells as we go
Smell our tail friends.
And lead us not into a circle,
But deliver us from flea scratch:
For thine is the car-chase, and the hydrant,
And the shoe leather, the wax paper, for ever, afr-arf!
For doG so loved the friend class that he gave his Lassie begotten pup, that whosoever friend in him shall not whine, but have Scooby snack.
1 doG 4:8 one who loves not, knows not doG, because doG is love