📢 Forum Update - Hello everyone! I've made an improvement to the forum that should make following active discussions much easier. Beginning today, forum topics will display the most recent replies first (while keeping the original topic post at the top), so you no longer have to navigate through multiple pages to find the latest conversation. This change also helps improve the browsing experience in long-running discussions with many pages of replies. If you notice anything that doesn't seem to be working correctly or have any feedback, please let me know. — Richard G. Well I don’t think you have an ego ... you’ve been such a good sport putting up with all our teasing. :yes: I agree with you ... no worries of animal accidents in heaven. But if there is ... well then you can wish it gone and our guardian valet or footmen angels will suddenly appear with a mop and heaven scent liquid cleaner and they will have everything sparkly clean and golden once more! B-) LOL! The only thing grand about me is my ego. I'm hoping to loose that forever! Indeed we shall enjoy His animal creation in glory. And will also enjoy satisfying our every desire in Heaven, culinary and otherwise! Apart from this, the specifics elude me. I dare say that I don't expect animal droppings to occur in Heaven. No death, no waste, no mess! But if anyone's ideal Heaven clashes with mine, I'll just blink it out of existence. How's that for ego?! TR :mdrmdr: :mdrmdr: Yes, T.R. the “Roomba Grand Poobah! :dieu: Just give him a few gallons of brandy egg nog :wacko: and he will brainstorm the grandest roomba picker upper for the Kingdom castle. :yes: His voice command of “Yabba dabba doo” will have it running. B-) My dog is sooo afraid of that machine! He barks at it and then when it changes direction and comes towards him ... he quickly makes a running jump for the sofa and hides under a blanket. Brunch - egg omelet with cheddar cheese and sauté onions. Hot Cocoa with marshmallows, whip cream and 3 cherries. Dinner - small steak, bake potato, salad. "But he that is greatest among you shall be your servant." So maybe TR could become the Grand Poobah maybe? Or maybe he could develop a new line of Roomba automatically roving cleaning machines... Think of it. Our own beloved TR, the Roomba Grand Poobah! :mdrmdr: “bringing in the sheaves” Awe ... you sure had a gentle giant of a dog, Dan. I’m leaning towards the heavenly animals will have new bodies kind of like our glorified ones in that they can eat and not make any more smelly cluster mounds of waste. I think they will be eating grass, grain or veggies so perhaps they will be trained to go in the gardens? Or if they do have accidents indoors ... I’m almost positive T.R will be volunteering for clean up duties. B-) Hopefully, Geri, those large creatures trotting down the hallway are getting in line to use a high-tech multi-species commode facility. I used to have a St Bernard during various times in the past, and accordingly some large dog doors. The first St Bernard was named Brutus. As I cleaned up after Brutus every couple days out in the yard I would sing, "Bringing in the Sheaves..." I wonder if we'll have very large lots surrounding our mansions to disburse large animal refuse should we encounter difficulty convincing them to reliably use those indoor commodes. Pizza and black cherry soda. Doesn't get much better than that! I'll forgo any creepie crawlies in my Heaven, thank you. Funny how even those of the lowest station among us can at any time revel in being master over animals! Our pets do seem to serve many purposes. Least of which an object of affection or soul mate! Really?! TR Hmmm ... adders with legs. Well .... I’m not so sure if that will make me tolerate them all the more. Just a simple gardener snake has me paralyzed with fear and trembling. I haven’t been around any Iguanas but just googling pictures of them ... eek ... I’m leaning towards no way!!! However, I do like Geckos and Salamanders ... they are cute and harmless. :yes: I know someone who expects to have cats in her mansion. Not ordinary kitty cats ... we are talking lions, tigers, cheetahs, snow leopards, panthers, jaguars ... those BIG cats! I got a hunch the heavenly mansion life might be sort of like living on Noah’s ark! I can just visualize opening up the door and seeing a bear, a tiger, elephant, rhino, etc trotting on down the hallway and talking too! :wacko: Today ... is homemade pizza ... its in the oven almost done. Served with Black Cherry soda and York Peppermint Patties! :whistle: I guess adders could become detractors. Or maybe then and up there they will have legs once again and be kinda' cute like iguanas. (Gakk!) I'll just ask Dad to evict them! Great to know the landlord. Tee, hee, hee. TR Hmmm ... no subdivision of estates based on pets. Will you be nervous if your heavenly neighbor has tons of snakes, gators and scary hairy spiders living next door to you? 😉 I doubt that God will subdivide our estates based on whether we love animals or not. Like the old saying goes: Love the animal, hate the poop! I'm generally not a big bean eater myself, but I do like Bush's baked beans. No, they don't give me gas! I'm house trained, ask my wife! TR :mdrmdr: :mdrmdr: so funny! Well ... I know who is queen of the castle in your home! Hee hee This has me wondering if this is why we are all going to have mansions in heaven ... just to house our beloved pets in? :mdrmdr: Or will it be only a 1 room place like dorm rooms? :unsure: I feel sorry for those who don’t like dogs or cats. Perhaps the Lord will assign us all who have pets to one wing of the castle and those who dislike animals to another wing? B-) Yep. We give her dry dog food. She just can stink up a room! 🙁 To be honest, I think it is an indicator that she needs a potty break - so I have been taking her out if/when she stinks us out of a room. So far, she's pottied each time... maybe she is training me instead! :mdrmdr: Just curious are you feeding your dog dry nuggets? The pet shop that I got my puppy from informed me I need to add water and heat up his dry nuggets yada yada yada and the poor thing had really bad gas. I was holding him while sitting down in a chair and the poor thing was going at it and could feel his stomach rumbling ... sounded like a war zone taking place. He kept looking over at me each time he did a gas bomb and I said “don’t you dare look at me ... you’re the one!” and I had no choice but to open up the window in the middle of the winter. After 2 days of that ordeal I stopped adding water and gave dry nuggets and praise be ... no more gas bombs! :yahoo:
