Home is where your dog is

When we arrived last evening the little guy couldn’t contain himself. He ran back and forth between us, wagging his tail and jumping for joy. Barclay’s been accident-free for more than a year. When I picked him up the second time, his tummy was slightly wet. He was so relieved to have us home and we were equally relieved. -:) So was Kristin, his care-giver since Dec. 30, who announces our homecoming in this video.

Home is where your dog is.

 

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About Gordon C. Stewart

I've always liked quiet. And, like most people, I've experienced the world's madness. "Be Still! Departure from Collective Madness" (Wipf and Stock Publishers, Jan. 2017) distills 47 years of experiencing stillness and madness as a campus minister and Presbyterian pastor (IL, WI, NY, OH, and MN), poverty criminal law firm executive director, and social commentator. Our cat Lady Barclay reminds me to calm down and be much more still than I would be without her.

3 thoughts on “Home is where your dog is

  1. Absolutely! And, also, one’s cat….Puck. When we came home from England last summer, he stayed on his table in my room, in the sun. When I came up, he began to purr and drool, and didn’t stop for ages, with me laying all over him naturally. Different modes of expression, but a house is never a home without a beloved animal companion.

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