Then there was Georgie, Charlie, Kiki and now Buddy.
With Henry's passing, Kiki and Buddy are a new generation of adopted Newfoundland dogs sharing my home. Ten years of rescued dogs, who have actually rescued me more times than I can count. I never quite decided to write a book of essays about my dogs.That is, until I realized they were often central characters in the faith column I write for the Summit Daily News. Which makes sense, since "living alone" isn't a valid description of life with two or more 150-pound dogs.
This insight made me think more about what my dogs have taught me over the years and they've helped me to understand what God wants me to know about being a better person.