As I sat on my cushy brown couch, I looked beside me to see my golden retriever – border collie mix curled up, resting her head on my lap — her freshly groomed fur nearly a perfect match to the sherpa blanket I was draped in. Seeing her eyelids gently closed, completely vulnerable and content, my heart grew a little warmer. I began to ponder all the times I saw dogs on campus and immediately thought of and wanted nothing more than to be at home with my own. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a squeeze. It’s good to be home.