This one is for the little abandoned dog in the desert, and the guy in the silver truck who rescued him. I was the lady with the chicken. Live long little Billy.

I PRAYED FOR IT


The cancer was just eatin’ me alive and the pain was so bad I just prayed for it to end. The good Lord musta heard me, cause he took me home pretty quick. Well, I am here to tell you that heaven ain’t what it’s cracked up to be. All that mumbo jumbo you hear in church just ain’t true.

Ain’t no pearly gates, the food is worse than the cookin in the old folks home and my bursitis is still vexin me.

I called the God Hot Line, but got put on one of them stupid press one for Spanish, two for English, no real person available thingys. Let me tell you – I had enough of that crap in my life.

But what really upsets me is the view. See, it ain’t what’s around you here. It’s what you have to keep seein down there. Like some kinda punishment…

Still seein the leftover things of your life. Most of it I don’t give a shit about. But last week I saw my daughter Zelda take my little dog Billy and dump him out in the desert like he was just a piece of garbage she didn’t want to deal with. Then I had to watch him cryin like a baby and runnin back and forth across that road, just a lookin for me. Jesus, it near to tore my heart out.

Poor little Billy, he almost got run over about fifty times, and here I am sitting in heaven, still cryin my heart out and beggin the Lord to save my dog. Well, I guess the Lord is either intentionally ignorin me or he don’t give a damn about dogs.

How could I ever respect a god who would allow Billy to go through all that? I wouldn’t do that to my worst enemy.

Anyway, I finally quit askin anybody up here for help and just concentrated on finding someone down there to find Billy and at least give him a little water and food.

He’s such a little bitty thing and he’s been out there in the desert for almost four days. It’s a wonder the coyotes ain’t got him.

So, finally this guy in a truck stops and gets poor Billy off the road and gives him some water, first he’s had in a while. And then another car stops, some lady. She had some fried chicken in her cooler and Billy gulped it in right outa her hand.

The truck guy put a leash on Billy and walked him to the truck to take him home, but it was the woman picked him up and set him in the seat. So at least Billy won’t get run over by one of them eighteen wheelers out there.

But I tell you what. The next time I have a chance to speak with the Lord, I will have a thing or two to tell him. How in the world could he hold his head up and let Billy get treated that a way?

That just ain’t right.

I don’t care whose son you are, you need to pay some god damned attention right now.