Hero, the lap dog, and I take our walks during the daylight hours in the park and some undeveloped lots around the railroad. Due to his back injury he needs to walk on the grass as much as possible and stay clear of the concrete sidewalks except at night.
Hero seems to greatly enjoy these outings and dances in circles when I pick up the leash. As soon as we near the grassy area, he is nose to the ground. Doing a great imitation of a hoover sucking up all the smells as we go along. He is a proverbial bloodhound disguised as a canine runt.
Forward motion completely stops when he picks up a scent. He sniffs and sniffs as if he is inhaling the aroma of the nectar of the gods. Along the way I have learned what he finds so enticing is the stinkiest of the stinky. At first he just starts with the sniffing, but soon that is not enough . We go from sniffing to the acrobatic move of rolling in the yuck. Stinky and dead things are his catnip--he can not seem to get enough. Our trips to the puppy spa are all for nought after one of these rolls. Tugging on his collar does not work---I have to physically pick him up and redirect his journey.
So it goes with us two legged mammals. We are trekking along the path and BAM we see something which catches our eye-a wolf in sheep's clothing or sin disguised as pleasure. Beginning by watching from the sidelines, we slowly become desensitized to the stink and eventually find ourselves immersed in the decay and rolling around to get even more stink on us. We can't seem to get enough. We loose the ability to know how stinky we have become and cannot get enough of that which is causing us to begin to rot. The only answer is to allow God to pick us up and redirect our path. He will take us away from the stink to the sweet smell of living water and green pastures. The choice though is always in our hands.