Ft. Collins is full of em. I house-sat for a friend of mine the other week, and he's got a big-ass house. The basement is big enough that I only had to go upstairs to leave the premises. It's like 2 houses in one. This one's pretty well-constructed, but it's in one of those neighborhoods where one mcmansion is butt up against the next. When i walked the dog, there was hardly enough grass for him to poop in.

as an aside, why is wealth inversely proportional to sanitation? If you're rich enough, you not only "get" to eat fish eggs and snails, but you also have to walk around behind your dog picking its shit up with your hands so as not to muss the landscaping. Give me a burger and a beer (maybe a bottle of zin if i'm in that mood), and open the door for the dog when he gets done shitting in the woods behind the cabin. That's living. Wish I still had my cabin.

Our first house was a little log cabin. It was nice and cozy but the property wasn't so hot. I'm still doing finish work and we're talking sun room on the timber frame I built. My dogs have lots of crapping room now! It's good to be a hillbilly.