Glad To Be Home

While we were on vacation, our dog spent a week at a kennel. When we picked him up on Sunday, he not only smelled, but he was wet, too. The toy we had left with him was soaking wet and smelled like urine. I immediately threw the toy in the dumpster at the kennel.

We took Otto home and ended up bathing him twice. He smelled a lot better, but he just looked down trodden. He wasn't our upbeat, feisty dog. He acted as though a week away from home had beaten him down.

"It's a dog eat dog world, and I'm wearing Milk Bone underwear!"

(Norm from the TV show Cheers.)

On Monday, he still seemed depressed. However, since Tuesday, Otto has been glued to us and has been his happy self again. At one point as I was sitting in a chair, he sat leaning up against me, looking at me adoringly and wagging his tail. It was during this time that I thought to myself one day I will be sitting at Jesus' feet looking at Him the same way.

The Bible tells us that we're in this world but not of this world. Heaven is our true home. After suffering and going through the trials of this world, we will then be at the feet of our Master, smiling up at Him and feeling oh so glad to be home.

"There's no place like home!"

Note: My husband did call the kennel on Monday to complain about the condition in which Otto was returned to us. The manager said they had received another complaint as well, and he was trying to find out what happened between Saturday night and Sunday. He offered to refund our money for one night and to give us a tour of their facility. My husband declined both offers. We've never had a problem there before, but we don't intend to leave Otto there again.