The Trail Runner in the Woods
The real story of Rita's Burrow Beds doesn’t begin in a sewing studio. It begins deep in the forest, running dirt trails through the trees with a tiny, fearless Italian Greyhound named Chabela.
Chabela lived in the woods. Even though I was not officially her owner, the connection between us was immediate and undeniable. Every single time I arrived, she would recognize me from a distance, vibrating with excitement. To Chabela, there was nothing in the world more exhilarating than heading into the wild woods together.
We would run for three, sometimes four hours—covering thirty, even forty kilometers across rugged forest trails. For a dog so delicate and small, she was an unstoppable force of nature. She was fiercely loyal, always tuned to my footsteps, always waiting if the trail twisted out of sight, and completely present in every stride.
"We would run for 30 or 40 kilometers through the woods. She was tiny, but she had the biggest heart on the trail. She always waited for me."