Dog letters to God from Fred

I was going through Fred the black lab’s email the other day and found the following letter:

Dear God,

How come people love to smell flowers, but seldom smell each other?  Where are their priorities?

When we get to Heaven, can we sit on your couch?…or is it the same old story?

If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?

If we come back as humans, is that good or bad?

More meatballs, less spaghetti, please

When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake hands to get in?

Are there mailmen in Heaven?  If there are, will I have to apologize?

May I have my reproductive organs back?

Is it true that dogs are not allowed in restaurants because we can’t make up our minds what NOT to order?  Or is it the carpets thing, again?

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