As a kid, and still now at age 29, I fantasize about buying a piece of land, somewhere I can settle and call my own, with enough space to take in a couple more strays. I don’t know if this will happen — I don’t even know if I’m capable of staying put in one place — but I like to think it could one day. Either way, as of late, I’ve noticed the searching feeling doesn’t haunt as much anymore. This mutt…
