Question of the day ??
Who's more holy - dogs or cats?
posted by Greg Hazelrig @ 7:08 AM
8 comments
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Wednesday, January 25, 2006
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8 Comments:
Hi Greg...dogs of course...dogs love unconditionally...rush to meet you when ever you come home...chase ball, chase stick, chase chase chase...wag tail with excitement...drool, which can't be faked...take long naps not short cat naps(I'm jealous)...easily scolded but never hold a grudge...love to ride in back of pick-up truck with wind blowing in face...and a Holy Dog would say, "am not Holier than cat only different" "am not sure if God is Dog or God is Cat""sure about one thing, must go pee, gotta find a tree"...thanks for question...have a doggone God-dog day...
D-O-G is a palindrome for G-O-D. There's your answer.
A: We know Greg to be severely allergic to cats.
B: We also know that anything that Greg has an averse reaction to is unholy.
C: Therefore, Cats must really be unholy.
Our only conclusion is that Dogs must be more holy than cats.
So friends break out the holy water and guard yourself against any cat you see. :-)
Apparently, it is left to me to defend the cats. After all, given the current talk about "intelligent design" as alternate God-language, it seems cats must be the sure answer, being such highly intelligent creatures. (Actually, i have a book called "cat psalms", further proof.)
I think you're outnmubered there Beth. And as it's been so eloquently put, anything that I'm allergic to must be unholy....ha ha.
Don't know if this adds much to the discussion, but as a dog-lover I thought it was great.
As seen in a dog's diary:
8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon- Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite
9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!
As seen in a cat's diary:
Day 183 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may kill another house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking was almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair-must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts! They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies". Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return; is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait
- it is only a matter of time!
woof woof, john b is funny.
John B, sounds like a movie I saw called Dogs and Cats where the cats try to take over the world.
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