States I've Been In

A legend is not built in one place. A legend is built on the road — nose out the window, ears back, the whole continent rushing past at highway speed.

Mississippi Mack Suleski has been in eleven states. He did not ask for this. He was simply born for it.

It began in Mississippi — the state that gave him his name and his first breath of warm Southern air. Grenada, to be precise. A small town with a big rescue operation and one extraordinary dog waiting for his moment.

From there, the transport north carried him through the heart of the country. Alabama fell away behind him. Georgia. The Carolinas gave way to Virginia, then West Virginia — mountain roads and tunnel darkness and the smell of something entirely new on the other side.

Maryland came next, then the great corridor of the Northeast. Pennsylvania. New Jersey. New York. Connecticut. Each state a new chapter. Each rest stop a new world of smells to catalogue and file away.

And then, at last, Massachusetts. The final destination. The place where a forever family was waiting with open arms, a fenced yard, and absolutely no idea what they were in for.

Since arriving in Massachusetts, the expeditions have continued. New Hampshire has been added to the list — another state conquered, another border crossed, another chapter written.

He has now been in 14 states:

The expedition continues. The map is not yet full.