Bubu the Pug

Dear God,

Thank you for all the wonderful blessings and cookies You have given me. Because I love You, I want to try to be a better Pug. Here is a short list of just some of the things You must help me remember:

I know the sofa is not a face towel; neither are Mommy or Daddy’s laps. Especially when Mommy is wearing pretty silk pants.

I will try not to bark at the garbage man, even though I still think he is “stealing our stuff.” Nor will I lick the Pizza Hut delivery guy’s pants, I know he doesn’t like it.

I know my head does NOT belong in the refrigerator. Neither does my butt.

I will not roll on cat poo, recently-tinkled-upon grass or any other kind of kyarn just because I like the way it smells.

I will try not to lick Mommy’s hand when she has just put lotion on it or carry Daddy’s underwear around the house when he drops them on the floor.

I will not eat any more bugs, snails, crickets or sticks, or if I do, I won’t re-eat them after I throw them up.

I will not play tug-of-war with Daddy’s underwear when he’s sitting on the toilet. Although, honestly, I think this underwear thing is more Daddy’s problem than mine.

I will no longer sneeze on anyone as a way of saying ‘hello.’

I do not need to suddenly stand straight up and bark when I’m lying under the end table.

I must shake the water out of my fur BEFORE entering the house, and must not squirm and whine when Mommy tries to dry me off.

I will not crawl into Daddy’s lap while he’s trying to drive. (really)

I will not stop to drink water as a way to avoid going outside, especially when I know Mommy is in a hurry.

And, I will not stare at Mommy or Daddy like I don’t know what they want while they plead, “Bubu, do your BUSINESS!”

I know Mommy’s hand is not a squeaky toy; so when I play with it and she makes that noise, it’s probably not a good thing.

Thanks for listening.

Love,

Bubu