This morning as I lay in my bed, trying to decide whether to pee in my box or wait til they took me outside, I had a strange thought. Why did the Good Lord ever create coyotes?
First of all, everybody knows they're the most deceitful of creatures, and when I think of all the chickens they've stolen, it gives me a belly ache. Coyotes are cunning and selfish, never thinking of anyone but themselves. So what use are they? And how could our Good Lord ever conceive of such a low-down critter?
But then I thought, what if there weren't any coyotes? What would we chase at night? What would the hunters do? What would their wives do with them loafin' around the house all the time?
Then I realized why the Good Lord made coyotes. They were made for us to chase and to get the hunters out of the house once in a while.
Now, I'm not a religious dog, but me and the Lord are on speaking terms. I let out a howl in his praise. The next thing I know I'm laying on my back in the yard. The boy seems to be a bit jumpy.
I guess I'll pee outside.
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