Ownership Regardless

This is a bit of an addendum to the past two posts, 'Spending time with Abba' and 'A Question of Right or Wrong'.  My thought processes are very additive.  Often a concept will build and morph for days before I feel comfortable about committing it to the bandwidth.  Such is this post.
The first eureka was of course the fact that it's really not about good and evil, right and wrong, but about to whom you owe your allegiance.  Who 'owns' you?  For many people that is such a given, that they never really stop to consider what they are doing with their lives.  They never think about the fact that the 'wild dog' inside really wants to grab the ownership back.  My sadness at realizing that I don't yet own my black buddy when the 'wild dog' appears is somewhat selfish.
The second of course is that the more time you spend in an arena, the more your thinking is controlled and therefore the actions and finally the heart will be controlled by that arena, it's values, it's processes.  If I want to understand and function in the limitless power and benefit of my Abba father, I must spend time in his world, listening to his thoughts and playing his games.  I must slip into his world easily if I am to realize it's pleasure.  I have to have a stake there.
Sunday morning I received the third and I suppose final installment of this developing thought, though I'm sure my understanding has still much to gain and purify.  The realization came clear and strong that Willow is my dog.  He may not always respond as though he is my dog.  He may not always make me giggle in delight.  But he is and will be my dog.  You see, he trusts that I will be there when that wild hair is ejected.  He doesn't understand my anger or distance when he is rebellious, because he knows I love him.  He knows I take care of him and play with him.  He knows I scratch his chest in just that right spot and I always have a treat somewhere even if I require some skilled reaction to get it.  Sometimes, he get treats just because he's my dog.  He knows I won't leave him in the sun or rain or cold on purpose.  He knows if I'm gone, I will return.
He is my dog.  He belongs to me when he knows it and when he doesn't.  I will continue to care for him through the 'wild hair' episodes regardless the frustration and anger I feel.  And I will wait and hope for the day when he chooses me over the 'wild dog' inside.  I want him to understand that my love and plan for him is not limited to the good days.
And I belong to God.  Enough said.  Yes the analogy can break down in places, but there is truth to be had if we take it.