Pope Benedict: Dog And Pet Neglect
Miss Daisy
Canine Reporter
One of my best friends, Bernie the Saint Bernard, emailed me this morning about Pope Benedict’s visit to the U.S. and how the last two popes have sermonized about animal neglect. Bernie is naturally pro Catholic and alerts me to the latest news from the Vatican from where his loyalties emanate.
He reports that Pope John Paul II in 1990 stood in front of a public audience at the Vatican and spoke out about dog and pet neglect.
“Animals posses a soul and men must love and feel solidarity with our smaller brethren.”
Animals are the fruit of the creative action of the Holy Spirit and merit respect … they are as near to God as men are.”
Incidentally, Pope Benedict when he was ordained was nicknamed the German Shepard…another reference to the closeness to dogs as a symbol of devotion.
I have been casually following this pope between TV commercials and reported to The Dog Biscuit Gazette that Pope Benedict was fond of cats (Uff Da). I reported that he had a statue of a cat in the papal garden.
If he is so fond of animals, why not just come out and say what is ‘Dog’ spelled backwards and directly include us as divine also. After all, what is ‘Cat’ spelled backwards”? I rest my case.
Just because Bernie the St. Bernard is sainted doesn’t cover all 300 breeds of dogs. Besides Bernie doesn’t even know or remember why he is divine.
Now, I like cats (UFF DA) but in different way. In my hometown of Embarrass, MN they were necessary for catching rodents and rats. But they couldn’t pull a snow sled or carry a tune. Once in a while, they would rub up against you and purr, which is affectionate, but somewhat fickle.
If the Pope is willing to put a dog sculpture in the papal garden, I will lobby for a cat sculpture in Peterson’s Bar and Grille in Embarrass, MN. Remember, ALL ROADS LEAD TO EMBARRASS, MN. and this public relations coup will negate any Lutheran backlash.
Why doesn’t the Pope get a dog or at least give us equal time with our own sculpture in his garden? We could fetch his slippers, carry his newspaper, and protect him against Lutherans.
The point I am trying to make is: Adopt a dog and be divine. You don’t really own a dog anyway, you rent them, and you have to be thankful that you had a long lease.
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