The love to move...

Monday night I came home and let the dog in from his private condo aka the garage & small attached yard. He ran past me to the front door and sat. I called him, he didn't move. I offered a treat, still didn't move. What is the problem, I asked him. He just looked at me with very sad eyes and then returned his gaze to the great outdoors beyond the glass of the front door.

I realized he wanted to go out side. He couldn't be persuaded by anything. With the extremely hot weather and busy schedules, Devon and I had gotten somewhat missive of Lucky's beloved walks. Monday night was beautiful, no excuse not to hit the pavement for an evening stroll. I decided to take on our pet responsibility and indulge poor Lucky. I grabbed his leash and when he saw me come around the corner he went nuts! He was so excited he nearly peed himself, which hey is nothing to condemn. Everyone has those problems, dogs and post uterus women alike.

I could barely get his leash on as he was completely going nuts. He drug me all over the neighborhood, running, jumping, peeing (on everything). He was ecstatic to be stretching and running and enjoying his time to burn energy.

Now, this got me to thinking.... why didn't God make me like a dog. You know created to love to run. You never see me sitting outside the gym just longing to be inside. You never see me jumping ecstatically when Devon says "let's go work out". I don't nearly pee myself when I hear there is an aerobics class in my neighborhood. It's not natural. It's not my inerrant desire to run, pant, and jump just for fun.

I used to think it was just me. I remember talking with an avid runner friend of mine. I said, man I just wish I had the desire to run like you do. I wish I could get joy out of it. She surprised me when she laughed and said are you kidding, I hate running. I hate getting up before dawn and sweating and panting. I"d much rather sleep in or watch television. I just thought it was me.

I know God is perfect and his creation is perfect as well. I just wish that when he had created me, he could have just made me a little bit more like my dog.