Cho is the kind of dog you wish you were. He is ecstatic, wily, stubborn and runs full out. Cho is 17 and to see him scale our fence and run through the field is more pleasure than I can bear. Sometimes when I see him I think I will break into pieces with his ecstatic Being.
The grace of being on your own, being in the moment, being true. I’ve heard it said so many times in so many ways that if we truly do what we want/need, be who we truly are, we cannot hurt anyone.