Not recently that I know of, my several times I can distinctly remember biting God. Last night, Nov. 08, 2005 my dog PD bit me. He was in his 'hole', the portion under the last shelf of the linen closet in the bathroom. It's very large and directly on the floor. That's PD's 'room'. About 20 minutes earlier he had sea buckthorn seed oil put in his ears. It stops the itching from whatever causes them to itch. Steve said PD fought it like crazy this time. So PD went to his room to get away. I called to him to 'come'. Several times I called. Nice voice, cajoling, wheedling, demanding. He refused. I went in the bathroom and called him. He refused. I saw one of my chapsticks in there that he loves to eat if he can get his paws on them. I picked it up and let him sniff it and told him he was a 'bad dog'. But then I changed my voice, to let him know I wasn't mad at him and kept telling him to 'come'. He wouldn't. I reached in to get him by the collar, [show him who was boss. I say 'come', you COME] And he turned his head and bit me. I was sure he broke the skin, it hurt. Came out to the kitchen, told Steve and saw there was no broken skin. Talked to Steve about it. We both went in the bathroom. I called PD to come, he refused. I got down on the rug and called. PD came out. How many times have I bitten God's hand? And he wasn't going to punish me, he was just going to love on me, but *I* thought, because *I* knew I had done something wrong, that God was going to 'get me'. However God doesn't 'punish', he disciplines, and he ONLY disciplines those he loves, so we can be better than we were. Just now, talking to PD, asking him why he bit me, [he's THE most gentle dog I've ever known. We didn't raise him, someone else did, and they abused him also], I was saying to him, 'why did you bite me? I wasn't going to hurt you'. Again, this made me think of how we treat God sometimes. Or how he's BEEN treated. And how we/I have acted has caused him grief, because he SO wants us to KNOW him. His ways are NOT our ways. His thoughts are NOT our thoughts. So why do we, in what we think we know, bite the hand that feeds us, protects us, keeps us? Hmmm, just a thought. Back