All Dogs Go to Heaven

Henry was the first Newfoundland dog I adopted from rescue. 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 how they've made me a better person. And they've helped me to understand what God wants me to know about being a better person.