Introduction: Facundo Chulo
As the sun’s reflection shines in the dark pupil of his bulging eye, and the mosaic lines that constitute the lovely iris pattern, Facundo Chulo sits on a rock in a small, somewhat stagnant pond filled with water lilies and pickerel weed. I see myself reflected in that same dark pupil as I snap photo after photo of my magnificent friend who keeps my garden bug-free and calls when he comes home after a jaunt.
