As long as Hero was in pain, we had no problems on our walks. He was compliant with my directions, took care of his business, and waited for me to pick him up and carry him back inside. I called and he answered--politely, respectfully, and immediately.
Hero is free from pain, and our walks have become tugs of war. I have in my head where we should go and he has another plan in that doggy sized brain. He will actually stand with his tail tucked and his head pointed in the direction he wants to go and not budge. He knows I am not going to jerk that leash and he takes full advantage of trying to assert his will over mine.
When he sees another dog, he takes off running (a BIG NO-NO) and will literally choke himself trying to attack while I am loudly repeating NO, HERO, NO! Keeping him away from the potential of danger is a full time job. He feels good and stares danger in it's face. Danger in the form of a 100 pound pit bull can be a formidable foe.
I am his master and thus charged with his well being. My actions are all designed to protect him and give him a good life. When he is hurting he understands this, but when the good times return, obedience flies out the door.
Look in the mirror, do you see Hero staring back at you? We all quickly run to God when we are in pain, when things are not good seeking His protection. Obedience and dependence become our middle names when times are tough. OH--but let those good times roll and we are pulling on the leash--resisting his lead and asserting our independence. Not unlike Hero, we point our heads in the direction we want to go with no thought of the potential of danger or consequences of a bad choice. God allows us to run off the leash as we trek through life and at times we make really bad decisions. Thankfully He always welcomes us back home and loves us in spite of our disobedience. What a wonderful Master we have!
I said to the LORD, "You are my Master! Every good thing I have comes from you."