Not All Who Wander Are Lost

They Just Might Be Looking for Their Tail

When we set out on this expedition I thought it would be a great opportunity to go on a Tail Quest.  I haven’t seen my tail since I was 4-days old, and I’d love to be able to show it to people so they don’t think I am crazy.  I swear it used to be there?  Sometimes I wake up in the middle of a sleep with the feeling that it’s there, only to find out I was just dreaming.  Either way, it’s a pretty hot topic everywhere we go.  I hear people exclaim, “Sin cola!”  Which means, “no tail, tailless, or without tail” in Spanish.  Usually it’s a great conversation starter and an ice breaker, but sometimes I get tired of being reminded of my “loss” and “abnormality.”  Others always want to know, “what happened to my tail?!”  They ask, “Is it normal?”  My parents explain that it’s because if I was doing what I was born to do (like herding sheep and cattle), my tail could get stepped on.  Really?  You expect me to believe that?  Anyway, when I say it’s not normal, then people feel sorry for me.  People do seem to feel better when they hear it’s normal.  But isn’t that a lie?  Now that I’m getting into my teens, I think I am understanding what this whole identity crisis thing is.  I’m beginning to question who I really am.  Did I have a tail?  And if I did, who was I before?  Does that make me not whole anymore?  More importantly… if I found it, would I still be an Aussie?


I am a 2-year old Australian Shepherd. I am also an entertainer and explorer with a focus on connecting with broader communities of dogs and people. I particularly love frisbee, swimming, trail running and TREATS!

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    Dad June 22, 2019 at 8:21 pm


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