As I drive down the road in my Toyota mini-RV, I take advantage of an open stretch of highway to glance back
at Borage - a rock star in his new tour bus - passed out on the couch. It’s a hot Indian summer day - I opened all of the windows wide to keep my husky cool. Curtains whip in the wind blowing all around him.
Borage sleeps in his trademark pose. He reclines flat on his back with all four of his long, elegant legs stretched straight up in the air - four giant paws reaching to the sky.
I witness this scene daily yet still I laugh out loud. Like Robin Williams, Borage is always a comedian, a goofball, trying to pull a laugh out of everyone, even in his sleep. He hears my chuckling and without moving any other muscle, his tail wags.
For some reason, this particular moment a few months back threw my mind into instant rewind, and my decade-long partnership with Borage flashed before my eyes. At that moment it hit me - Borage created a career for me. I wouldn’t be driving down this road without him.
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No one would ever guess that Pig was anything special. But I know better.
