Everybody loves home. It's where you're loved and accepted. And where you can lay down and rest knowing all will be well. When I was a child I had a spotted puppy who came up to the back door crying during a bad thunder storm. We named him Stormy and he lived to be very old. He was the true pup of three young children and we included him in every game. Stormy was fun and tolerant. I don't know how, but he learned to chew gum and would rifle purses and pockets to find it. He was a good dog and graced my side during many good nights.