Tales of a Lost Tail

September 30, 2019

I’ve been suffering over my own suffering with loss my tail since I was 4-days old.  The affects of this loss shaped my mission to find it on this journey.  I learned a lot about this mission in Peru.  But the truth is, I didn’t find my tail in this country; what I found was something greater.

In Peru, I saw many tailless animals like vicuña, llama, alpaca, sheep, and guinea pig.  Most of the time they were grazing away to their hearts content not in the least bit affected by their taillessness.  This got me thinking.  Is there something more?  Little did I know I would find this out in the Amazon Jungle.   

In the jungle I saw a shaman shepherd.  He showed me that the angst over the loss of my tail was connected to past lives, and that the obsession with finding my tail was like an evil spirit trying to steal my zest for frisbee away.  I learned that in holding onto the loss of my tail, I would never find the true Dogliness that infinitely exists inside me and every tree and toy.

I was given some homework: to cultivate a deeper connection with nature.  I love lakes, mountains, beaches, and all things nature, so naturally this homework surprised me.  But, I didn’t tear it up.  I took this homework to Machu Picchu, where I found my true mission: to embrace PachaPoochie.

PachaPoochie does not chase waterfalls, rainbows, or tails.  PachaPoochie knows that whether we can see or feel it or not, the tail exists in all things and we possess it at all times.  So in essence, my tail was never truly lost.  Which makes sense, since often times I sense that it is still there.


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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