My dog is whack

I'm learning alot from our dog. That's her, her name is Nisha. She is crazy. Currently, I think she holds the record for baffling our vet who loves the challenge and the check for such challenges. She's about 70 lbs and pretty easy going usually.

Nisha's had surgery twice in the last week for her ear hematoma. (blood clot) She's got more stitches than a quilt. She's got medication, wraps and one of those ultra sheik transparent cones. (see pic again)

Here's the deal. She must have the wrap on for the ear to heal and not "hematoma" again. But, it annoys her and isn't comfortable so she shakes it off and rams her head into things. She drags her head on the floor and wimpers while doing it. She doesn't get it. If she would just chill and let it heal, this process would be over.

I know. She's a dog. Gotcha. Point taken.

So then why do we (as humans, hopefully, the ONLY ones reading this) act this way? I've been guilty of actually knowing the answer to a situation and not followed through.

Why do we try to solve issues ourselves instead of looking to Christ? Why do we hope we are good enough, smart enough or talented enough when our sufficiency is in Christ? Why do we ram our heads into the figurative wall?

I look at my dog with disdain sometimes. I'd like to think she knows better, but she doesn't. She's a dog.

I wonder how God looks at us sometimes. Of course He loves us. We actually know better...