Dan Moris

There’s a brindle pit bull named Broward impatiently sitting next to me trying his best to perform a Jedi mind trick that will cause me to spill my left-over-from-lunch burrito I just reheated. It’s been three minutes and I think he’d settle for licking the fork. That’s because he’s twice scrapped the mind tricks and physically lunged toward anything covered in re-fried beans.

He’s since given up his close vigil and has opted to wait for something to happen while stretched out on the bed. Meanwhile, I am overcome with a genuine feeling of “living the good life”. Shodi had just shown me an article about developing a practical level of self-sufficiency, hobby farming, and all that connects you to a true feeling of living. What a good feeling to have. What an even better to know that we’re in the position to live that dream, and in some areas, we’re already heading down that path. I think owning a goat, simply for the fun of owning a goat, has that effect.

…feeding the last few bites of your burrito to a seemingly surprised and unsuspecting brindle pit bull named Broward has that effect, too. That’s what Broward thinks, anyway.

Slowly, but surely, we’re getting there. We have a phone number, now. And, a fax number. Print up some business cards, and it’ll really start to feel real.