If God is a dog drowsing, br contemplating br the quintessential dogginess br of the universe, of the whole br canine race, why are we br uneasy? br br No dog I know br would hurl thunderbolts, br or plant plague germs, br or shower us with darts br of pox or gonococci. br No. He lies on his back br awaiting br the cosmic belly rub. br He wags his tail signifying br universal love. br He frolics and cavorts br because he has just br taken a galactic shit br & found it good. br All dogs are blessed; br they live in the now. br br But God is all too human. br Somehow we have spelled his name br wrong, got it backward, br aroused his growl. br br God drowses br like a lazy old man br bored br with our false br alarms.