Dear God When you asked me to come and be an angel for Guru Kaur and her household, I jumped at the chance.  I mean who wouldn’t?  And as the prettiest little doggie on Planet Earth, what joy!  But, listen here, will you.  You said that I could arrive at the beginning of summer so I could enjoy playing outside, see some of the beautiful English countryside bathed in that Edwardian sun from those Vaseline lensed photos you enticed me with, have balmy picnics in the twilight till late at night, and generally have a proper holiday before the hard…