Religion

I read recently in a religious treatise that one of the worst mistakes Christians ever made was to state in the Bible that God made man in his image.  The author went on to say that led us to expect that God would act in ways predictable to us, a tame God so-to-speak, a God that succumbs to our expectations.  I think of this as I watch Misha pace the yard like a zoo animal, after 5 days wearing a path in the back yard lawn the shape of a distorted figure eight.  My expectations of her are the same.  I expect her to calm, to love me in recognizable ways, to wag her tail and come to me for attention and affection, none of which she has done.  Failure to meet my expectations caused frustration and sadness.  Yet I have to step out of these expectations.  Misha is currently a wild animal and might remain one in some ways.  Her pacing the yard seems therapeutic, and her affection may never include a wagging tail or a direct, affectionate approach.  Can I handle this?  Can I accept what she offers and eventually offer?  I have decided yes.  She is who she is and I will not try and change her, I will simply be there.  So I sit after work in the yard and watch her run her crazy figure eights, come timidly and accept a chicken scrap, and then settle several yards from me in watchful sleep.