LOL! Reminds me of a bumpersticker I saw earlier this year...
"Jack Russells: They're football-shaped for a reason."
;)
Make that Cairn Terriers, the most obnoxious dog I have ever owned.
Posted on 08/20/2006 5:44:49 AM PDT by Gamecock
Edited on 08/21/2006 10:36:56 AM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
That word is not "dogs" but a very explicit word describing the homosexual act -- it doesn't mean "homosexual prostitute", that's what the gay advocates would like it to mean, then they can differentiate a "loving monogamous relationship" and say that St. Paul didn't mean that. (I think it's in Romans but it may be in 1 Corinthians . . . it's too early in the morning to go haul out the Greek Bible and start hunting)
My favorite passage in Lewis on the destination of beloved animals is in The Great Divorce:
Then, on the left and right, at each side of the forest avenue, came youthful shapes, boys upon one hand, and girls upon the other. If I could remember their singing and write down the notes, no man who read that score would ever grow sick or old. Between them went musicians: and after these a lady in whose honour all this was being done.. . . .'and who are all these young men and women on each side?'
'They are her sons and daughters.'
'She must have had a very large family, Sir.'
'Every young man or boy that met her became her son--even if it was only the boy that brought the meat to her back door. Every girl that met her was her daughter.'
'Isn't that a bit hard on their own parents?'
'No. There are those that steal other people's children. But her motherhood was of a different kind. Those on whom it fell went back to their natural parents loving them more. ...'
'And how...but hullo! What are all these animals? A cat--two cats--dozens of cats. And all these dogs...why, I can't count them. And the birds. And the horses.'
'They are her beasts.'
'Did she keep a sort of zoo? I mean, this is a bit too much. '
'Every beast and bird that came near her had its place in her love. In her they became themselves. And now the abundance of life she has in Christ from the Father flows over into them.'
I looked at my Teacher in amazement.
'Yes,' he said. 'It is like when you throw a stone into a pool, and the concentric waves spread out further and further. Who knows where it will end? Redeemed humanity is still young, it has hardly come to its full strength. But already there is joy enough in the little finger of a great saint such as yonder lady to waken all the dead things of the universe into life.'
Very interesting. It's too early for me, too, and I'm already on my third set of clothes, because the baby felt like some Spews. Sigh.
Oh, wow. I remember THOSE days . . . poor baby! Does he have a tender tummy? I had one of those -- the other one had (still has) a cast-iron digestion. Their daddy had a milk allergy as a baby, so I had them on soy formula just to be on the safe side --- now of course we hear that that's bad for them, makes them fat, but both of mine are rail thin (I used to be a skinny rail too and so was their dad.)
CC&E
No, he's not sensitive to anything, he just Spits. Not as often as he did a couple of months ago, so I think it's just immature digestion. Lots of laundry, though, especially when his dad decided to give him sweet potatoes mush!
"You definitely will not see your pet in heaven unless you go there yourself!"
I fear many haven't read down that far.
~Sigh~
CC&E
What about the cow we ate for diner?
Flyer said once, and I even think he put it in his signature line at one time...
"If there are no dogs (pets) in Heaven, I ain't going!"
I don't think he's dissapointed...
God is not big on reptiles and amphibians. Especially serpents.
I suppose that means my pet wind-up lobster gets the zot.
According to PETA, that will keep you from Heaven! ;-)
I used to threaten to get my canvas/denim beekeeping suit out of the storage closet and just wear that . ..
If our beloved pets are not in heaven then how could we expect to get in?
I kmow that I have sinned, but am confident that the Phabulous Phudderson Phellow never did.
BYW, Mason is fitting in just fine and the small dogs are playing with him. When he lays down for a nap he always has a toy close.
All this talk of laundry!
I got off of my lazy butt and washed everything that I own this past weekend. I am good for a month ......... and then another weekend of laundry.
;<)
I wash morning, evening, and sometimes in the middle of the night. Eight kids. (No pets at the moment, except a gerbil :-).
I think I spent three or four months in my bathrobe, when Tom was a baby. He spewed at least twice as much as Vlad!
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