My Dog Pluto and God
by Regis Boff
I have to confess that I believe in little, and in this, I have much in common with my dog, Pluto.
Pluto, though devoted, finds me unremarkable because of my persistent misunderstanding of his needs, which are few yet firm. He spends his day sitting around sending dog thought telegrams about what he wants. To him I am, except on the predictable occasion, blind, deaf, and dumber than he.
Of course, this means that he is to me, what I am to God. In fact, my record makes me look like Peyton Manning when balanced against the All-Great and Powerful.