In completing the final chapters of the BSF study of the book of Isaiah, I couldn’t help thinking of my warring pets when I came to this passage:
“The wolf and the lamb will graze together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox; and dust will be the serpent’s food. They will do no evil or harm in all My holy mountain,” says the LORD. (Isaiah 65:25, NASB95)
Poppet keeps trying to confuse me (the little beast). One moment she’s after Pinky with vengeance in her eyes, her scream-like bark clearly saying, “I plan to kill you!!!” The next thing I know, she’s sharing floor space or the back of the sofa with Pinky as if they are the best of friends. Like these photos taken this weekend:
Okay, let me apologize for that photo showing all of my patio furniture still covered and bunched up for winter (that changed yesterday afternoon; I’m ready for warm weather now), not to mention my Dust Buster not put away. Oh, well. You might as well know. I live in my home. (You can click the photos for larger versions.)
~robin
I love it. Great analogy.
And who cares about covered patio furniture or a dust buster in view. Those of us who live in this cold climate know about covered lawn furniture and anyone who has a pet probably never really puts the dust buster away!
LOL, Cecilia. To be fair to my pets, the Dust Buster was out because I had grandchildren at my house for the weekend. I'll be finding pieces of Goldfish snack crackers for the next month. <g>
Awwww…I think that Poppet really does like Pinky, but is trying not to show it too often (*wink*). Thanks for sharing these precious pictures! And I think your home looks lovely – – no need at all to apologize! ~ Blessings, Patti Jo 🙂
I knew you'd like those shots, Patti Jo.
Goodness, no apologies needed! You should see my house and I have no grandchildren. I do have a puppy though and he never puts away his toys. LOL Poppet is just starting to realize that the interloper is here to stay and you can just hear the sigh. He guesses he can manage. 😉
LOL, Sandie. When I go around picking up Poppet's toys, I find myself muttering, "It's like having a two-year-old." She pulls out one to play with but if it doesn't get me to join in, then she'll go get another and another and another. Yep. Just like a two-year-old.