Discipline By Dog

So, I'm guessing some of you may be way ahead of me on this, but here it goes...
It's just starting to dawn on me that God could be using this Animal, (okay, Bosco's animal,) to reign me in a little. I mean, I didn't THINK I was out of control...but you know how that goes.
One of my biggest areas of struggle in life is just letting things happen without micromanaging the details. This weekend I've been noticing how sometimes I feel tied down by The Animal because I can't predict---or, control--his behavior. (Yeah, I've heard of trainers, but you can insert a LONG story there....)
For right now, anyway, he's more than a little feral, and it usually doesn't take long for that to get to me. He also represents more to do: buy (special, expensive) food, give medicine, walk, bathe, give shots to, bla bla bla. Naturally Bosco does most all of this himself, but I always get the feeling having him (the dog, not Bosco, ) makes for more money spent and more oversight on my part and I get easily irritated. (I'm being completely honest here, kids, so cut me some slack.) Now, put that together with the fact that this is a VERY sweet animal, and I really, really LOVE him, but we're probably getting ready to take over his care this Fall if my son goes off to college, and you have some seriously mixed emotions!!!

Think maybe God just wants me to chill a little while and not be so neurotic about everything? I do. He's a great animal, I love him, now I gotta relax. When it comes down to it, that could be a description for everyone I know and everything I've gotta do. God is just trying---once again--to get my attention to do the right thing.

Discipline. By Dog.