Friday, 16 January 2009
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I wish I were a dog...
My parents got a dog once both my brother and I left the "nest." Apparently they got loney and decided to replace us (as soon as they did the "you can come home whenever you want" became lesser and lesser). I love the dog to death now, but when he was a puppy I just wanted to step on him at times. Slowly my heart warmed to him and now I don't know what I would do without him..He loves me unconditionally, I've never been sure exactly why. Even after being gone all day and being forced to sit around in the dark and wait for the "big dogs" to come home he's estatic to see me. He whines and spins and hops around. He's just so excited that I'm home; he has been waiting all day for me. I'm not always the life of the party after working either, but he's just at content to lay in my lap and sleep, as long as I'm there with him.
This thought just struck me. God is a lot like my dog (this sounds weird, but go with me anyways). He loves me unconditionally and literally "waits" for me to come back to him each day. He forgives me when I hurt him (just like when I step on Max's feet and he forgives me almost instantaneously). And He doesn't care what we do as long as we do it together.
Sometimes I wish I could be a little more like my dog. Always happy to meet new people and greet old ones, willing to trust others more freely, excited about life in general, completely forgiving, and able to love people completely without fear of getting hurt and holding back. I guess since I can't be my dog I should just learn these lessons from him instead.
Of course I do appreciate human food choices because kibble everyday wouldn't quite cut it, and sleeping in a crate and being tied to a leash would be claustraphbic at least.
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