Spanish Delight

"There's a lot we could do...many places we could live...but why leave home? Why travel to some foreign country and settle down like everyone else when we're perfectly comfortable here?" The beast's eyes merely followed my hand as I motioned around us. As his muzzle brushed the pot in front of him, he gave a small snort in agreement. Neither of us could leave Catalunya, neither of us could make anywhere but Spain our home. We'd traveled a lot, yes, but no where else was comfortable. "So, I don't know about you, bud...but I'd like to remain here."