One of my favorite quotes is, “Everyone thinks they have the best dog. And none of them are wrong.” (W. R. Purche) I can’t imagine life without the unconditional and constant love of a dog! Here we are on the day Cholula and I met. She was barely 8 weeks old, a squirming fuzzball with a white-tipped tail, pink belly, and very sharp teeth.
Cholula turned 8 years old earlier this month, and to celebrate another year of life together, we spent the day in the mountains. She did her favorite things: zigzagging across the hillsides, sniffing basically every single thing, stalking squirrels, pouncing for imaginary field mice. Her tail was in overdrive, wagging constantly. I’ve said it before…A dog’s joy is contagious.
October can be tricky in Park City. Some years, the trees are still green. Other years, the snow has started falling! This year, we had an early freeze and snowfall, but on October 11, the sky was blue and the colors were still popping! I took Chewy to a trail close to home where I knew we’d be guaranteed some AUTUMN. The day did not disappoint!
I’m not sure what the weather formula has to be in order for the colors to be vibrant. Is it a dry year? A wet spring? Big snow? All I know is that some years the colors are deeper and there are more reds along with the goldens. And even though Cholula can’t see the colors I was enjoying, I have a feeling fall is a feast for her other senses. She sniffed away while I breathed deeply, grateful for the aroma of a crisp autumn day in the mountains.
Despite the glorious weather, we didn’t see many other people on the trail. I love those days, when it’s just me and my crooked-eared girl. Every now and then, she looks back at me and wags. It’s her way of telling me thank you for sharing this time with her. I wish I could let her know how important it is to me, too.
Her muzzle is graying and her body is thicker. There are some lumps that I need to have checked out and I am starting to suspect that her eyesight isn’t as good as it used to be. Cholula and I have spent a lot of time in these mountains together, during good times in life and during unbearable struggle. The trail centers me, and I know it makes her feel at home, as well.
It’s only been 8 years since this little furball joined our lives, but it feels like she’s always been here and always will be. I know it’s not true, but for now, I’m going to be thankful that we’re able to celebrate another birthday. She is, after all, the very best dog.
Happy birthday, sweet Cholula!