A few years ago, I was on a sentimental journey at the home of my dearest old friend, Ron Balthazor. Ron and his wife, Jane Hudson, are gentleman/gentlewoman farmers who dwell in darkest Oconee County, Georgia. Being old camp counselors, Ron and I were sharing an outdoor fire with his dogs, Oak the Great Pyrenees and Zen the twelve-week-old Pyrenees, who at thirty-five pounds had yet to reach greatness.