This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. It is time that I said it. I am the most handsome dog in the world. Yes, I know that I have said it before. But some things are better repeating. Do I need a label telling everyone this fact? No. It is obvious. Labels to me are just not needed, unless it is on a jar of peanut butter. I am very particular about my peanut butter.
The last campground that we were at was not perfect. I will just say that too. Dust, dirt, and we were crammed in like sardines next to people. The noise from the 24 hour a day sawmill made it so we could not sleep. The screaming kids kept scaring me. Why do kids scream at random? I am just going to throw that out there. If they are going to do that, they should be leashed like us barking dogs. I’ll say it again. I don’t apawolgize for the truth.
But in the midst of all the chaos in Sweet Home, Oregon, we had found a campsite, the only campsite it seemed in the whole state. And that was pretty sweet. Then, we met a sweet little boy who was not screaming at random intervals on our walk. He was also walking two little dogs and told Girl Person that she had dropped a dog bag. She always drops dog bags, by the way. It’s like they just pop out of every pocket, her shirt (did I say that out loud), or her backpack. Then we always have to turn around and pick them all up. But this little boy asked if we were friendly, and we all said hello, and he told Girl Person that she was welcome.
So about this time, it was time to take a nap and then another walk. As we were outside, the little boy came over again, and his mom person told him not to. Girl Person told her that it was ok for him to say hello to us as long as we walked to their campsite, but that we were protective of our own space, being on the road for so long. Yeah, good excuse Girl Person. Not sure why you didn’t just tell her that we are rude. The truth will set you free.
The mom person told Girl Person that he had autism. And Girl Person told her that there was no problem. Girl Person told her that her son was very polite, extremely helpful and no problem at all. At all! In the midst of all of the campground chaos, Girl Person brought him over a popsicle for his dogs, and we all enjoyed sharing for a few minutes, but it was hot. Real hot. And so we went back inside. As Girl Person looked out the window, she couldn’t help but wonder how this little boy felt. Not having any little persons ourselves, we sure don’t know. But Girl Person wondered if it bothered the little boy to hear his mom say that. Sure, he had autism. But she didn’t want him to feel like that was a bad thing, or that we didn’t like him because of it.
Labels to me have a definite way of shaping things. Not only do they possibly determine how a person feels about himself, but it determines maybe the way others treat that person.
As dogs, we don’t know the word autism. We don’t care about the words, because we know how you feel already. We didn’t need a label to know that the little boy person was special. We felt it and we respected it. Isn’t that the way persons should be too?
Special is always special, no matter how you spell it. If everyone was the same, life would be pretty boring. I hope that Dylan recognizes that he can be anything or anyone he wants to in life. Just like us rescue dogs overcame what we were labeled to be, he can too.
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is an accomplishment.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson, American poet
So fans! We are in Trail, Oregon near Crater Lake National Park until Thursday! So stay with us as we explore more of Oregon and catch our updates every day on Facebook!
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle
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