This is Fruitycake The Raccoon. Well, when it rains it pours.
Or in our case, when you have to move campsites, you may have move campsites every day.
It’s the weekend again when means that campsites are hard to come by. And we take what we can get. We are here in this Florida place until next Thursday. Then, the persons tell us that we are headed to cooler weather. It’s time.
Because when Girl Person makes everyone come inside during the day and she passes out in our dog bed on the floor from the heat, it’s time to move on.
I’ve never been out of this Florida place. The persons tell me that is just a technical thing. They say the persons specify what parts of the earth are called what names. I just know I haven’t seen something called a waterfall.
Or a mountain.
Or a bear.
They tell me that Digby loved the mountains.
I’m getting a little excited!
Girl Person says she is very tired of not only the heat, but she’s tired of being sad. She said she only laughs at me and Brickle. And when we are happy, she is happy. We feel the same about her which is funny.
In my opinion, every bed is a dog’s bed. But the one on the floor is kind of special I guess. Persons aren’t supposed to get in that one. And when she was so tired from moving and crying, she just let it go. All the tears. All the sad. She said she was gonna make sure that all our days were happy ones. She said Digby would want that.
If it takes falling asleep in a dog bed to pull yourself together, do it. Don’t worry about what others think. Or say. You know when you’ve reached the dog bed and there’s only one thing to do. Get off the floor to a real, comfy place. You deserve that.
–Fruitycake The Raccoon
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Every bed is a dog’s bed. You are so right!