If you’ve ever ended up here, you have met Sally. She was the first to greet you, joined you on hikes into oaks, bay laurels and “the redwoods” and gave you company during lunches on the patio. She’s the real guardian of this place and now that she’s getting old, we don’t know how we could possibly replace her. When she came to us, she was the fastest runner, took down a deer or two and tried to get into the chicken coop. But the passing of time makes most of us more mellow, especially if you have troubles getting up like Sally does now. So, if you visit us these days, you may see Sally laying next to Joan Didion, our feral cat who does not like to be petted by humans, but looks for ways to spend time with our dog.