I Had a Dream
With distinctly hermit-like tendencies, my idea of paradise was always a bit different from others I knew.
My one constant, life-long dream was to live on about 200 acres in East Texas, fenced and cross-fenced, with trained Dobermans patrolling the property, and signs posted every 10 feet stating: NO TRESPASSING - VIOLATORS WILL BE SHOT – SURVIVORS WILL BE SHOT AGAIN.
My Perrydise
Happily, I married a man who shares my hermit-like tendencies.
Today we’re sitting on about 20 acres on a hill in a forest in East Texas, partially fenced, with a couple of signs that simply state:
PRIVATE PROPERTY – NO TRESPASSING - NO HUNTING.
The Dobies of my dreams have morphed into: a big, beautiful Bloodhound who detects and tracks a new scent in nothing flat; a sweet Chow mix who handles his dirty work; and their big, sweet and beautiful Bloodhound/Chow mix puppies.
Close enough, don’t you think? 
