This is Peanut Butter Brickle. Someone asked me yesterday why I am perfect. Actually, no one asked me that except myself. And I didn’t know.
But someone really did ask me what the name of the dog is here at the farm that follows me and Fruitycake around. Her name is Baby. Baby. Yes. That’s her name.
I really like Baby. Every morning, I wake up and get to go outside all by myself early. Baby and I have our own adventures. I’ve had many adventures traveling. But there are always adventures to be had wherever you are. Even in your own backyard, like Baby.
Baby doesn’t have any desire to go on trips. Or even to the vet. She doesn’t want to go outside of her yard. Her home. And although I don’t understand that, I respect that. Her name is Baby. And she has ideas and wants different from me.
Even though we are both dogs, we are not the same.
It’s hard to understand others sometimes. We may feel the need to talk them into something we want. Or to justify our lives to them by hoping they agree with us. They don’t have to. Baby and I are friends. Not because we are the same. But because we enjoy our differences. Why is that so hard for persons to do?
Her name is Baby. My name is Peanut Butter Brickle. And there is room and a need for us both in this big world. And for what you enjoy too. Love what you love. And let others do the same. It’s ok to be different. And it’s ok for there to be different. Baby, it’s true.
–Peanut Butter Brickle
