Living the Monsuraz Dog Dream

We left a little shack in San Pedro do Corval Four walls,

one room, barely space at all. Now we've landed in Monsaraz

Fields as far as eyes can see. New smells, new dreams,

new territory. Sunrise runs and sunset races. Paws in dirt. Wide open spaces.

Bigger house, more rooms to roam. This time we really feel at

home. We don't miss the tight old days. Tripping over tails

in narrow ways. Now there's room to breathe, room to play. Life just changed

in the best damn way. We're living the dog dream, tail wagging high.