Not All Who Wander Are Lost
Not All Who Wander Are Lost
Not All Who Wander Are Lost
“They Just Might Not Have a Tail”
When we set out on this expedition, I figured it was the perfect time to go on a Tail Quest. I haven’t seen my tail since I was four days old. I’d love to find it—and maybe show it off—just to prove I’m not crazy. I swear it used to be there.
Sometimes I wake up from a deep sleep, sure I felt it wag. But then… nope. Just a dream. Wherever we go, people notice. They point and say, “¡Sin cola!” (which means “without tail” in Spanish). It’s a great icebreaker, but sometimes I get tired of talking about my “loss” like it’s something tragic. I’m more than just a butt with no fluff, people!
Everyone wants to know what happened. My parents usually explain that my tail was “docked” when I was just a pup—something that’s often done in working breeds like mine, especially Australian Shepherds. They say it’s supposed to prevent injuries while herding cattle and sheep. But I mean, c’mon. Do I look like I’m herding cattle on this trip? I’m out here herding good vibes and chasing coconuts.
They Just Might Not Have a Tail
Some people feel sorry for me. Others feel better when they hear that some Aussies are actually born without tails (which is true… but I wasn’t one of them). Honestly, I’m still trying to figure it all out. Now that I’m in my teenage years, I think I get why humans talk about identity crises.
Did I have a tail?
If I did, who was I before?
And if I found it, would I still be me?
All I know is, I may not have a tail, but I’ve got a compass in my soul, four paws on the path, and an ever-wagging heart. And as they say—not all who wander are lost.
Especially not this Aussie.
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