Jamie, Zoe, & Seven's Trip to Scotland

When I finally reached our new home, one day after the rest of the crew, the welcome committee was already waiting. Three golden retrievers, each with a personality as distinct as their shade of gold, burst into full celebration mode. They leaped, twirled, showered me in kisses, and let out a chorus of happy yodels that could have woken the entire village.

Between their tails, weaving like a quiet little shadow, was the cat: small, sly, and already plotting her next round of mischief. We have not been here long, but the adventure has already started. We have wandered the shoreline, sniffed our way past long-haired pigs, and explored the moss-covered ruins of a 13th century monastery. The dogs are convinced this land was made for them, with endless trails and friendly new canine neighbors.

The cat pretends not to care, but her whiskers twitch every time a bird darts past the window For now, we are still settling in, moving through the days slowly while the jet lag fades. The bucket list is already growing, and the adventure is only beginning.