We’ve recently lost a few followers, and if you’re still reading, still with us, I thank you from the bottom of my little black heart.
Things are proceeding well on taking over the little ranch. Or do I call it a little farm? So far there are no animals except for a few humans, three dogs, and one hell of a cat. But there will be horses, a new puppy, probably a couple of goats, a pet rabbit (Mistress gets what She wants), and a banty rooster with hens (did I mention that Mistress gets what She wants?).
It’s a place to heal, far away from the concrete and steel, the executive suites with their views. It’s our sanctuary, our new home, our little red house with its land all around and blue heaven above.
Eventually there will be more outbuildings, but for now there’s just the house, horse stables, and a workshop where I’ve set up my work bench for my firearms, beer brewing, and wood working.
Mistress took me on the floor of that workshop a few days ago. She had me put my ass in the air and my face on the floor (my face stayed dirty until She’d allowed me to clean up). I will have to write about that soon.
Love to you all.
–servus





