Nestled at the base of the Teton Mountains, where the crisp, cool air is permeated with the smell of pine, a little piece of paradise has been carved out. The sheep lazily graze along the winding stream, as the ducks dip and dive nearby. The clucking of contented hens mingles with the laughter of the children, who have just finished feeding the lambs. Marshmallow, the creamy labrador retriever, looks up from his shady resting spot that he has claimed near the apple orchard. “All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small. All things wise and wonderful, the Lord God, made them all.”