I’m bound to this old money-pit. It’s creaky and crooked. It needs expensive repairs. So what’s the draw? Well, aside from raising a family here, we’ve buried in the yard four good-natured dogs. When mowing, I sometimes think about their bones below me. I remember how a couple followed the tractor as it went around and how old Guinness, the sweetest Doberman ever, would move sticks out of my way if I asked. They seemed happy to be here with us.