Tales of the Lost Tail
Tales of the Lost Tail
Tales of a Lost Tail
“The Tail Quest”
I’ve been wrestling with my own tail-less saga ever since I was four days old. That loss became my mission on this journey: the Tail Quest. I hoped to find it in Peru—but what I discovered was something far greater.
In Peru, I saw a lot of animals without tails—vicunas, llamas, alpacas, guinea pigs, and even sheep—grazing contentedly, tail-less and blissfully unbothered. That got me thinking—maybe there was more to this tail-less life than I realized.
The Tail Quest
In the Amazon Jungle, I met a shaman shepherd. He taught me that my obsession with tracking down a tail was connected to past lives—and that the obsession itself was like an evil spirit trying to steal my zest for frisbee away. He said holding onto that loss would prevent me from discovering the true dogli-ness that lives inside me… and inside every tree, every stick, and every toy.
He gave me an assignment: cultivate a deeper connection with nature. I said, “Homework?”—but without questioning it, I carried that lesson with me all the way to Machu Picchu, where I uncovered my real mission: embracing PachaPoochie.
PachaPoochie doesn’t chase waterfalls, rainbows, or tails. PachaPoochie knows that the tail—visible or not—exists in everything, including me, always. In essence, my tail was never lost… because sometimes, I still sense it’s right there behind me.
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