Well, looks like the dog has had some baclava for supper! She’s probably thinking to herself “the coffee table is nose height, so anything left on there, within range, is mine!”
Rollo, our previous dog, was far more ambitious. The Johnson’s work surface was much higher than nose height, but the gateau he identified as fair game!
Telling the dog off is quite therapeutic, but probably doesn’t really make any difference. Keeping the baclava off the coffee table is probably the most important lesson.
The cat is actually much craftier, since he, like Spiderman, is a creature that inhabits three dimensions, not two. Sausages left on the worktop are not safe when he is around. The cat and dog have been known to work together to access the edible spoils, but they are definitely no good at sharing.
However, it is true that the dog can be trained not to eat the baclava – though not at all sure about the cat. It takes effort, perseverance, but dogs do have the capacity to learn respect, and let that overrule appetite.
Respect for God has the same effect on our patterns of behaviour. I must say, though, that you have to encounter God, as Jesus told Nicodemus, you have to be retuned, reborn – respect comes with truth and spirit. You can’t study for it, or do it by effort. It’s a result of encounter.
Arthur Blessit, an evangelist from th’olden days (the 60s), did tell a story about asking his dog whether it was ‘saved’ He says it tapped it’s paws the expected number of times to say ‘yes!’
Well, not so sure about canine theology, but of this I am sure – encountering Jesus rescues to the uttermost.