Nobody's pefect except (and it is not Jesus)....

Nobody's perfect except (and it's not Jesus)....

I'd just like to say one thing before I start,
I do not mean to offend anyone during this short piece of writing, I
just mean for you to get the point of Frosty's life.

Remember the phrase, 'nobody's perfect', and then being told that Jesus
was serenely perfect? Seriously, how on Earth could Jesus be perfect?
He went missing and then was found in a temple. He must have cried like
other babies, and he couldn't have picked himself up and gone to the
loo whenever he needed (not that loos were invented then). The sad, sad
truth is that NOBODY IS PERFECT. And even the wonderful Frosty, has a
looooong way to go before getting to a PERFECT stage. Frosty is a dog.
My dog. I simply don't have a clue of what to say that would be
complaining, except that he costs a lot with the kennels, vaccinations
and food. That's all. He is a lovely short haired hunt jack russel
terrier (long name, but we usually just say he is a jack russel). His
mother is a farm dog, and his father is a showdog. And he is a mad
lovely thing that likes walks, hates roads and if you put him in a cage
with eleven chihuas he would get payback (by barking and driving them
to the moon). He barks if a stranger comes, and sometimes when there is
no stranger at all. He is a country dog, a clever dog, a cute dog and a
costly dog!
(Your cue to laugh)