Holding Paws

A simple story of survival & dedication.

I have to be bravely honest and admit that while I have had the time to read others beautifully created blogs , I have not taken any time to cultivate my own. Thus, leaving many of you in absolute with-drawl of our beloved Chi Chi talks. For this I am delivering a second dose of Chi-Chi talks this week to get your heart, mind, and funny bone back in order.

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“No more water or food, now what will we do Yoda”

The frail seventy-one year old women stared blankly at the tiny chihuahua-terrier

her mousy brown fur blowing in the chilled wind. They had walked in what seemed like circles all day, at first it was exciting, a new adventure with her favorite person. The air raw and crisp, so many smells; mountain goat, squirrel, ocean, pine, rain, black earth so much room to run.

oympic national forest pic

Yoda loved when they came to the trails every year, she waited patiently to have bragging rights for the other chihuahua terrier, Bambi who lived next door. She had rolled around in every scent she could. No one her size had conquered the Olympic National Forest as many times as she had. The first time they had set paw on the peninsula, she had doubts. Her owner was not a youthful pup; her hair a stream of silver. So, she decided to keep close watch of her.

Today was different, they usually sat for lunch and water when the sun was high, and the air grew moist and warm. Instead they had eaten twice, and the sky continually grew darker birds, and bats echoing in the distance. They would be home in there warm bed, wrapped in the quilt she made her for christmas last year.

Something was terribly wrong, they were lost. She decided to keep her warm, and comfortable by wrapping her tiny body around her pale, cool hands.

Woman and dog

“Well Yoda, if I die here I’ve lived a good life. I’ve raised my children, traveled and the best is I am not alone. I have you little one. No fear I love you”

Yoda knew she wouldn’t die, or her silver haired owner. So she wrapped herself tighter around her pale cool hands and fell asleep.

By Lifewritez

dog and women

The inspiration for this story is dedicated to Sajean E. Geer & her tiny chihuahua terrier, who had the courage, and love for one another to keep each other alive. If you would like to read the news clip Missing 71 & Chihuahua Terrier

Tell me how this story has inspired you, all comments are welcome.

Thank you for taking the time to read Chi-Chi talks

Art Credits/ Image One- 16-year-old Dimitra Milan

“Is that You or Your Dogs?”

When pure love has a smell..

Sweet Cocoa
Sweet Cocoa dreaming of letting go:)

A good friend came to visit yesterday, although I wasn’t expecting her at all; unlike many of my other good friends she was a pleasant surprise. I had been marinading in my sweatpants from a morning run ( please don’t ask why) and to add I was very comfortable. My beautiful Chi Jazz cuddled just beneath my thigh, and my frenchie sweet cocoa lay at my feet, which also included the running socks (as you guessed) from earlier that morning. We had been sitting there for the majority of the afternoon, smooth jazz softly playing in the background while I bounced between researching upcoming literary events, and the latest celebrity gossip ( or should I say tea). Needless to say, the three of us were happy and  content.

The Funk

“What is that smell? Is that you or your dogs?” My good friend had a history of speaking her mind very loudly. I watched as her nose wrinkled in disgust. I couldn’t help but to laugh out loud. All afternoon my beautiful dogs sat right under what humans considered “the funk” they didn’t care that I didn’t smell like  lavender, or freshly crushed sage. They just wanted me with “the funk ” and whatever else came with me.

Sweet Cocoa Lets It  Go!

As I proceeded to explain my run, and the extremely lame excuse to why I hadn’t yet hopped into the shower. Sweet Cocoa between snores released a “silent but deadly” explanation. The gas quickly filled the room crashing with “the funk” that previously pronounced itself champion to anyone entering the front door. I burst out laughing ” It’s me! My dog had nothing to do with that bomb” The laughter woke up sweet Cocoa she rose slowly, stretched and exited the room.

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