This is Jax. You probably have wondered why I have been so quiet lately. Well, getting used to this traveling thing is harder than I thought it would be. Yes, I came from China over to the United States, and lastly, fell off a cruise ship and rode in on a big wave to Jacksonville, Florida. However…this, my friends, is rough. This traveling in a Big Blue Treat Wagon RV with Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle and Deputy Digby Pancake is very… rough. Even for a world traveler like me. I feel like I am drivin’ my life away!
Brickle and Digby have let me know that this part of their journey is the easy part. They told me that somehow, they drove around the country in this thing for over two years. They said that this has been the slow part…since I got here. That makes me even more tired just thinking about it. But it makes me also feel good. Good that they rescued me and that I am now part of the rescue caravan. Yep, that is what I call it. I bet they never thought that since they were rescue dogs that they themselves would be rescuing too. Dogs rescuing a dog from the ocean? Yes, it happened! And I think our story is pretty special.
You see, one thing I have learned from being with Brickle and Digby the past few weeks is that there is a lesson in life to be learned every day. And whether you are a dog or a person or anything else, there is always room to be better. There also is always room to carry me around in a backpack. I am pretty portable.
Friends have come and gone in my life. I had friends from that box I was shipped in from China. We parted ways to go and live our lives. Then I had friends in that Claw Machine in the store. We were only there a short time, except for that bear named Dusty who was on the bottom of the toy pile. So yeah, when I got dropped from the cruise ship by my little girl person, I was a little over it. I did not want any more friends. I didn’t want to ever have to say goodbye again. Or just bye, as my little girl person only had time to say.
But now, I see that maybe this was the family of friends I was meant to land in all along. From day one when I was just a pile of cotton and plastic eyes and an abnormally long, felt tongue.
If you have ever wondered if it is worth it to have friends, or to be a friend, let me put this question to rest for you. A big snooze fest rest in Digby Pancake style.
Friends come and go, like the waves of the ocean, but the true ones stay like peanut butter on your face. Because Sheriff Brickle licks ya. And I don’t even want to go in that washing machine thing again to get it off. Because this is what life is all about. Being needed and being loved. Being accepted and belonging to who you want to belong to. Having friends that went through a lot themselves, like Brickle and Digby. But now, because they learned from what they went through, they could rescue someone like me. And a someone like me may be out there waiting for you too.
No matter how far I have traveled, or how many roads Brickle and Digby have traveled, one thing is for certain. We all have more roads to travel. Together. We have things we can teach to others like how rescuing animals is worth it. We have places to go to show others that rescue dogs deserve a better life. We have campgrounds to visit to meet other rescues and tell their stories.
So as we continue on the No Path Path, we will go together, making each other better for being friends. Won’t you join us? I highly recommend however bringing your own car. It is getting a bit crowded in here.