Each time I reach this place, I hear your shadow walking with me.
Each time I feel your spirit here I am left with a choice.
I can wallow in anguish over that which is no more.
Or I can revel in the beautiful memories that will last
Forever.
Always,
Paz
Chuy’s Trail Morning
That I might rise before the sun,
Before the waking world’s begun
To sing aloud of another day.
Reticence is my way.
Summer’s Ease
That I might see the greening grass,
Or sparkling snow, and clouds that pass
And beyond them the great wide aquamarine skies
The color of your eyes.
Out Here
That I might feel hot sunny days,
The summer wind as the cottonwood sways.
And driven snow, and chilling cold,
When striking out feels brave and bold.
Avenue Of The Pines
That I might savor this vapor rich
With piney woods and muddy ditch.
The taste of water, clear and cool
Fresh from a springtime pool.
Peace
That I might lay me down to sleep
With promises yet to keep,
Feeling sure, as the stars shine above,
I am loved, and so, too, I love.
Chuy the Wonderdog
-Chuy
On The Trail
Know why we love each other so much?
Neither do I.
Let’s walk.
-Chuy
Avenue Of The Pines
No excuses. He kept me on task.
You can’t explain things to a dog. Apologize for the inconvenience. Reschedule.
You can’t blame the clock or your hectic schedule or your heavy workload or the demands of others. You can’t text him or leave a voice mail. You can’t thank him for graciously accepting the disappointment. You can’t cancel due to bad weather.
You must deliver.
Seek peace,
Paz
Cousins
Me: Did you notice, in this light, you and Gus are almost the same color?
Chuy: Color?
Me: Yeah, you know. You’re both mostly black, you have that in common.
Chuy: Black?
Me: Yes. Unlike Doone, who is only a little black.
Chuy: I’m sorry. I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Me: The differences. In colors.
Chuy: You forget, dogs are colorblind. Me, you, Gus, Doone. They all look the same to me.
Me: Oh yes, of course. I forgot.
Chuy: Your color thing is useless. Probably why the superior canine is not hobbled so.
Me: What do you mean?
Chuy: Well, it doesn’t tell you anything about what they are like on the inside.
Chuy And Doone
Seek peace.
We mean that.
Paz & Chuy
The Thinker
From my perch on Earth, looking up into the sky, the turkey vulture is the same size as the Moon.
Eyes can only look.
Throne Room
Some people had this thing they called “Earth” day, and I wondered where they lived the other 364.25 days of the year.
The Grotto
Guess what’s outside!
The Whole World!
Come on!
Thursday Trail
Sometimes, thinking is just not what we need.
Let’s walk.
-Chuy
On The Runway
Hey, I’m just one dog.
It’s all I can be. It’s all I can do.
That needs to be enough because it’s all I have.
I don’t waste any time thinking about what I’m not.
How about you?
-Chuy
Chow Dog Zen 