Dog: Oh that's easy, you are going to die an agonizing death from juvenile onset colon cancer in about three months.

Boy: OMG..... a talking dog!!!

For your dog: a lifetime of pampered luxury and affection.

For you: a mortgage, a WoW account, and a dead-end job with your name sewn onto your shirt.

From the picture, apparently God is planning for you to strangle a dog to death whilst poking its eyes out with a finger.

"I'm going to finger your asshole until it's wide enough for me to put my dick in you.  THAT is God's plan.  Brace yourself, Scruffy."

The tragic results of a dyslexic child looking for God.

"That's right Timmy, now that you're strangling me stick that finger up my ass and call me scum"

 or

 "You fucking bastard! You said your ass smelled of lemons!"

everyday Jimmy serenaded Rex with his invisible microphone. everyday the cancer receded a tiny bit more

"Me?  All dogs go to heaven.  Don Bluth said so.  As for you, pinkie... Hope you like fire, that's what's for dinner."

Looking at his pants I'm assuming God's Plan will include a flood of some sort.

As Wolfie tried to bark God's plans to Timmy, Timmy got so frustrated not understanding what Wolfie was saying that he grabbed Wolfie by the collar and poked his left eye out.