This is Fruitycake The Raccoon. Just a reminder that I’m not a real raccoon. I just play one in real life.

You know I’m all about interrupting. Interruptions are my specialty. Bark. Talk. Bark louder. Talk louder. I get the job done.

But yesterday, we had a few rude interruptions. The kind that isn’t made better by me being cute. Life is funny. You can be going about your day headed in one direction.

And then get sidetracked. And when that happens, you can either get lost. Or you can pull yourself together.

There we were. Fast asleep after a very long day of travel.

When all of a sudden, a girl Person, but not OUR Girl Person, walked thru the unlocked front door into our living room! Boy Person jumped off the couch to secure Brickle from being…Brickle. And after some discussion, it appears she thought she had rented our place. When in fact, she was very. Very. Incorrect. Lesson to our persons? Lock. The. Doors. All. The. Doors.

Then we had another, more important interrogation to our day when the persons noticed a lump in Brickle’s handsome face near where the other one had been in his mouth has gotten bigger fast. Yeah. They were and are worried. And although Brickle seems ok, they do have to acknowledge the importance of rude interruptions like health concerns. Because that is the most important thing any of us have.

Brickle is strong. We know that. He is the best big brother anyone could have. The best friend anyone could have. As long as you don’t mind getting growled at.

Rude? Brickle? No. Just assertive. Just honest. Just real. And perhaps, maybe any interruption is actually meant to tell us or teach us a bigger lesson. To help us see a bigger picture. To help us take care of what and who we need to.

–Fruitycake

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