Being Content

We had a Rottweiler at work. She constantly escaped down the street to a business close to us because they have a Rottweiler also and she wanted some company. My boss decided that since she liked it so much over there, that he would give her to that business and let her live there. Well, guess what? This morning when we came to work, she was lying beside her dog house in the gravel as if she never left. She has only been at her new home since Friday afternoon and by Tuesday morning, she is back at our place. She is lying by the door now, sound asleep. What is it in her that makes her want what she doesn't have? What does she think she will gain by digging out of one fence just to be in another?


I think that people are like that. We want what we don't have. If we have curly hair, we would rather have straight hair; if we are fat, we want to be skinny, if we are skinny, we want to be fatter (happens rarely, but it does happen). Rarely does anyone say, I am content to be who I am and I am happy with the way I look and content with where I am. I don't need to change a thing.