Peanut vs Angels...Guess Who Won?

It's been a rough couple of weeks, and God sent His angels to take me home.

Didn't quite work out the way He planned, I think.

Jesus is my Saviour,

but Peanut is my dog;

I need not this belabour,

and I admit no fog

in knowing what my heart must see

when Peanut chased angels away

on what had then been deemed to be

my glory, and my dying day,

for Peanut rose up with a roar,

my canine Galahad.

Great Danes ain't easy to ignore:

"Hands off, dude, that's My dad!"

And so I guess I'm gonna stay,

for Peanut really wants to play.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is ENGAGEMENT.

It might not always go well

engaging angels in a fight,

but who can know and who can tell

when it's wrong or right?

Jacob got another name

with his demanded blessing,

but his hip was not the same

after he'd been messing

with this strong and glowing being

through the night 'till dawn.

I wonder how angel was feeling,

and if he could go on

grappling with this stubborn guy

underneath the morning sky?

Didn't know I was going there, but here I am.

Sylvia will give her place to her litte brother for this week. And she'll even share some ice cream.

Yes, Peanut, like Barb, prefers Pepsi.