I want it to be on the outskirts of a mountain town. Up a steep, windy road. Miles between my neighbors. Made out of timber and stone. I also dream of a beautiful two story family room with a huge rock fire place, and giant windows that look over the valley.
“H-h-hello, sir…” little ears flicked, digitigrade pedes trembling and knocking together, and he simply stood there, meekly, gazing up at his new owner. A soft sound, bhaaaa, echoes in his throat before he squashes it down, trying to hide his nervousness.