When visitors come to my home, Matilda does something witih her toys that she doesn't do when it's just the "usual" suspects at home.
What triggers the "I'm-so-excited-to-see-you-I-must-destroy-something" response is unknown to me. However, I'm very thankful that she does anything that doesn't involve her licking and jumping on the guests, so if it involves sacrificing a cheap toy, it's okay with me.
Fortunately, most of the dogs I've owned have directed their chewing on those toys and bones that they were allowed to have. Many dogs don't discern and take their chewing anxiety out on the furniture, doors, and just about anything they can find, much to their owners' chagrin.
It made me think about what I do when I have either a happy, sad, or frustrating event. Rarely do I run to God first. I mean, I may get there eventually, but usually I pick up the phone and vent. Depending on what the matter is and who I'm talking to, this can be a very bad idea.
It's very hard to discern when we keep matters between God and ourselves and when we are to look for good counsel from the friends who are gifts in our lives. Either way, racing to God and expressing whatever emotions to Him first is never a mistake.
Hmm...I think I just called God a divine chew toy. Heehee...well, what I'd like to say is that God is our best direction for every joy and sadness. From there, we can share (or not) with others. After all, we're in this life together!