I Was Meant to be a Dog

I think God might have made a mistake when he made me a human. 

Because clearly I'm supposed to be a dog.

My idea of a good time includes:  sleeping, eating, playing, an occasional belly or ear rub, and only being pregnant for eight weeks.

If I could do anything in the world today, this is what it would look like:

Followed by this:

And then this:

Ahhh....if only I lived in a perfect world...