Eve ate the Apple, and God cast Adam from Eden.
Eve ate the Elppa, and Dog cast Mada from Nede.

Some folks believe in God.  I believe in Dog.
Some folks believe in God, hope beyond the grave.
I believe in Dog, nothing beyond the grave.

Gentle Golden, graceful beast — Dalmatian’s wild array of spots
wiry touch of Terrier’s coat — silky ear of Bassett Hound
booming voice of Pyrenees — yap of Pekinese
puppy’s breath — Shepherd’s unwashed coat
Asian dish and Huskie — eaten to survive.

Senses know not God.  Senses do know Dog.
Dog is here now, loving, faithful, brave.
God is nowhere manifest.  I believe in Dog.