Uncle Zorro and I are walking around the Heavenly neighborhood. I am very safe with Zorro; he protects me. When I lived on Earth, I often met big and nasty dogs that used to lunge at me. Therefore, I did not like meeting dogs, except for small dogs like Iggy the Chihuahua, Potato the Pug and a few more.
I am not sure I am a real dog. I may be a sort of human dog? Like a pet? Is that a real thing? I have questions.
With Zorro it is different. He is strong and has a shiny coat, he is a real dog and proud of it. “It is the Omega -3 in the sardines,” says Zorro. He polishes his fur every morning and flexes his muscles in front of the mirror. He chides me for not looking after my fur enough. “Your fur is your armor,” he says. My fur is rather tangled… Zorro also has powerful jaws. He smiles and shows his teeth in front of the mirror.
Walking with Uncle Zorro makes me powerful. “Keep your chest out and tail up,” says Zorro. “Nobody messes with us.” When I think about it, I have not seen any dog fights at all in Doggy Heaven. Still, I am glad I am with Uncle Zorro.
Angel Dog Diary 