This is Peanut Butter Brickle. I hear persons say all of the time that they don’t feel noticed. They say that they don’t feel seen or heard. They say no one pays attention to them. I get that.
Fruitycake is my brother and I love him. But his constant need for attention for his allergies has taken some of my attention away.
Girl Person keeps telling me what a good boy that I am. And I know that.
But I also know that if I don’t make my point by the slow walk, nothing will change. Yes. The slow walk.
Ever since I was a puppy, people have thought I was old. So I might as well act even more old now that I’m older. I really want more attention. I really want to get back on the road because I am bored. And since persons haven’t learned yet how to speak dog, I have to make my point. And that’s by being a statue when we are trying to walk.
Girl Person has tried everything. Giving me treats.
Letting me go at my own pace. She’s had a full blown, one sided conversation in the middle of the trail with me. But although I see the effort, I also feel like walking slow.
Until we get on the road Friday.
Some may call me demanding. I call myself truthful. I have likes and dislikes just like you. But I can’t speak them. I have to stand up for myself.
And I have to do the slow walk. It’s taken a week to make my point.
Truth be told, and I always tell the truth, we all feel invisible sometimes. We all want better for ourselves.
The only way things will change is when we voice how we feel. And if things don’t change, stop trying to make them change. Go your own way.
–Peanut Butter Brickle
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life should be taken SLOW… day at a time.. love you all