This is Fruitycake The Raccoon. I do many things. I bark. I’m cute. I’m adorable. I’m a distinguished gentleman. I do all of that everyday.￼
But not everything is due to me. Not even bills that are due are due to me. Even if it’s for fruit.
We were taking a leisurely walk. And there they were. Two big balls of white fluff with an attitude not as pure as snow. They didn’t like us walking by their campsite. No. No they did not. And out they ran at us with their leashes on.
Apparently, their persons forgot about their aversion to dogs named Brickle and Fruitycake. So as they charged at us, their person tried to get them, fell, and slid across the campsite like an eel. I don’t what an eel is, or if it’s appropriately used here, but I think it’s slippery.
As she fell, her dogs came to greet us in a most excessive way, and our Girl Person looked over to see the other person laying on the ground. She said she broke her ribs.
And that’s when I knew. Living on the street like I was as a stray dog wasn’t as dangerous as persons trying to make their dogs not be dogs.
Sure. I’m understanding that there are boundaries and rules. Most for our own good. But I do wonder if persons really know how much they can’t change the animals or the world they live in. Seems to me that everything has a trickle down effect. If you hold back one thing it causes another.
Nope. In this case, the hurt person wasn’t because of me.
And really, it wasn’t anyone’s fault but the world that we have to live in.
I hope one day that everyone can be as they are meant to be. And harmony will be the result of being who we truly were born to be.
And I have good news. The eel person got to feeling better. She didn’t have any broken ribs. And she was excited to start another day of sledding.
-Fruitycake The Raccoon
We are back on the road today! We are headed to a waterfall adventure, and hope to be to North Carolina by Tuesday. Stay tuned!