God Bless America

I am back after a few years sniffing around at the bottom of a lake. Hard to hold my doggie breath that long, but that's what I did. After I came up for a breath, I noticed a distinct change--something actually rotten in the air. No decaying bodies this time, but something just as smelly--SOCIALISM. I also noticed that my buried treasures which I planned to enjoy in my old age--half of them were gone.

I received the most comments about my pork blog, which weren't my words at all, but those of a muslim cleric. I just added piggy pictures to accompany the cleric's words.

I like pork myself, and I do miss those retirement rib bones. I get creaky some days and I wish I wouldn't have to continue to dive into that cold water, but I suppose that's why I was made--to be of service to mankind.

This is the anniversary of a very dark day in American history and one all of us cadaver dogs will never forget. For all those who served this country in its time of greatest threat, and for all of those who died that dreadful day--God Bless You and God Bless America. And please, dear Lord, keep us from harm--from all enemies foreign and domestic.