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Sorry, but I'm not a dog fan. They can be so dirty and gross. So can a cat, but at least they give the appearance of cleaning themselves...and then lick you after they clean their butt. Yuck! OK, I'm not a pet fan.

I know, this will generate a bit more hate. Another reason to despise that overly friendly, pompous idiot that writes irritating things, like this...

I have issues. I am not even remotely perfect. I was made that way on purpose. So, was every living person on this planet.

I am really funny about my hands. I always was. I used to make my mom peel a banana, and wrap it in a napkin so I didn't get goo on my hands.

My childhood bain was a pine tree. I loved to climb trees, but once you get that pine sap on your hands, you have a most perplexing sticky spot that won't wash off for days!

Though I dont freak out anymore, when my hands get sticky or greasy, I do have trouble focusing on anything else when there is something there.

The worst thing about dogs is that they will do such gross things, just being the way they are made. Little Man, our really old chihuahua, will find dead things, poo, or some puddle of pee to role in. I'm guessing he does this to either hide his scent, or feel closer to whatever dumped that mess. God made him that way, but knowing he does this causes a part of me to scream, in my mind, of the desperate need to wash my hands after I scratch his ears.

The thought makes me want to wash my hands now...

I also don't like the sex thing. Yeah, that thing.

Sure it's got its pluses. It can make a married couple closer, especially for a guy who is generally stunted in his ability to be close to his wife with just words. For a woman too, the closeness can be amazing, if it's not shrouded in an effort to manipulate and control.

It should be about giving, but it almost always seems to degenerate into something a dog would do. Like rolling in poo. That's the part that just disturbs me.

No, I'm not struggling with porn, though I've had my share of issues. I've not cheated on my wife, other that in my mind.

You see, that is the problem. I know it is not good to do that, yet, I still do. Like a dog that will return to eat it's vomit, I keep doing things I know, very well, are not good.

Like my disgust for a dog, I see the same thing in myself and I just hate it.

Obviously it is necessary, or God would remove it.

Well, it's rather nice to know, that though a dog may have a problem humping everything it sees, rolling it utter grossness, or biting, peeing and all around being irritating, it's owner never hates the dog.

He loves the dog in spite of all the behaviors the owner is working to change. He does, and so does our Master. He knows that we are not much better than that, sometimes cute, animal. He made us, so yeah, He knows.

He, like any of us, love what we build as it is in process, seeing all the while, the end result we are working toward.

Sure, we can be aweful, and gross, but consider this...if God wanted it removed, He could easily remove any struggle, issue, or perversion. He could as easily as He can raise anyone from the dead.

"Why doesn't He!?"

I figure, in my case, the reason I have that struggle is because it helps me to easily realize my need for His grace and mercy. I despise what the dog does, as I despise what I would do if He wasn't in charge of me.

It becomes a comfort.

No, I have not done a wicked act, but that is only because I have not needed that level of humble pie. I hope to see it remain that way, but I also cannot judge others harshly for failing, knowing full well the only reason I haven't, is Him, and Him alone.