On the road and missing my fur babies


All was right in the world Thursday night as I had my dog’s head laying on my chest and my cat right smack dab next to my head. They love me. That’s for sure. After a week of traveling and boarding, we were all under one roof. I was pretty much trapped with very limited movement. Other than the hairball I coughed up at 3 a.m., it was a great night.

Over an eight-day span, I had six gigs in four states. The Good Lord has truly blessed me with great opportunities, and for that I am forever grateful. Some comedians are gone for weeks at a time, but I chose a different route and don’t do comedy clubs, so my schedule is a little different. There are times I wish I never had to leave town, but it comes with the job. I miss the special souls in my life whether I’m out on the road or across the pond. There’s nothing like being home with those you love.

Abbey, the cat, usually stays at my house when I’m away. I generally board Ruby, the dog, with my vet if I’m gone for more than a night or two. I have wonderful friends and neighbors who are more than willing to step up and take care of them when I’m gone, but I try not to burden them if I don’t have to. This past week was the first time they both were boarded simultaneously. 

Abbey would’ve been at home; however, her urinary tract infection resurfaced. I knew she’d be in good hands and would be able to finish out her medication before I got back. I could have picked them both up on Monday, but since I was headed out of town Tuesday, it just made more sense to leave them there. Abbey is finally back to being her happy-go-lucky, litter box using self.

It was so quiet in the house Monday night. A dear friend stopped by for a spell, and I told her that I felt guilty for enjoying the peace and quiet. She said it was like having children. You love them with all your heart and soul, but it’s nice having that occasional quiet time, too. From that point on, I enjoyed my quiet time and picked them both up at close of business on Thursday.  

Sure, it was nice sleeping in those hotels last week on those large, clean, comfortable beds without the worry of coughing up hairballs. It was nice not having to scoop the litter box. It was nice not having to let Ruby out. It was nice not having to feed them. It was nice. Period. But, it was also nice coming home and taking care of them. It’s nice to be responsible for something or someone. It gives me no greater joy than to help others, because I know how much people have helped me. If all you’re doing is taking care of yourself, what’s the point of living at all?

 Jody Fuller is from Opelika, Ala. He is a comic, speaker, writer and soldier with three tours of duty in Iraq. He is also a lifetime stutterer. He can be reached at For more information, please visit