Lies, Miss Fits and Midgets: A Dog and His Bone

"Miss Trudal,  Mrs. Dugal, Gas and Groogle, My stomach , and The Grunk
Farts and where abouts of forever. Come get me at last and take away this grouch. Dear God, Please Give me back my bone. I got to pick a home, a hiding place for my supper, " said the dog.
"Sweet peaches in June, where did you get that broom? No time for cleaning. Here give this to Jane, " Said Donnie, looking at his watch , as he ran out the door.
Hours later:
"Jane, Jane your so mean to dump all this dirt in big brother John's room. While he is away at college. He will be home soon," said Donnie.
" Laugh and smile, jokes on you. It's all in your room right after that first season pitch when you saddled me with your doom. I got my own things to do," said Jane to Donnie
"But mom will be home soon," said Donnie.
"So blame the dog," Said Jane.
" Poor little thing, He gets blamed for everything," Said Little Sarah who was only 9 years old.
"But what does God think about all this?" Said a voice from behind the door.
"Mom your home ,"screamed the kids.
"And just in time I suppose. Look what a mess, It's worse then before, from all the cover up lies you have told. Looks like it's time out for sure," said mom.
"Smile, smile , I like your style," Said the dog.
" And you shall have steak for your dinner," said mom as she reached down for his bowl.
"Pray and give thanks for God knows all, and he is a blessing to those who trust in him," said mom to the dog.  :)

By Bernice Bowling