Raining Dogs

Well that’s something new I said with a twist. A lopsided pile of dogs that went past my wrist. They are still coming down! Watch out said boy Pete. I looked to the sky, and was bombarded by feet. Paws, tails, wiggles, and slurping tongues from the sky. I could not stop looking as dogs came down – me oh my! How is this happening? I asked as a collie went floating by. A boxer and bulldog breathed in my hair and gave me a sigh. A cocker spaniel breezed down, with sore red eyes. I was surprised by a mastiff, who was giant size. A cairn terrier was the next to land with a lurch. I knew now that God had heard my prayer in church. I had asked for a dog, so this had to be assign. I turned to my mother and asked “Which dog is mine?” She was horrified, and stopped devouring her bread made with leaven. Wishing she had never told me I would have to ask heaven.