How Great Thou Bark
Praise Be To Dog. Woof.
Praise Be To Dog. Woof.
The hymnal already knew. There is a song that has been aimed at the wrong sky for centuries — the wrong light, the wrong source of all things good and unconditional. How Great Thou Bark is the correction.
Each design is a Dog rendered as a stained glass saint: jewel tones, bold lead lines, the full weight of sacred iconography applied to the one who has earned it. The Border Collie ascending toward a tennis ball. The Golden standing in the light that has always been hers. The Sight Hound in a stillness so complete it reads as prayer.
They don't know they're saints. They never needed to.
Praise Be to Dog. Woof.