This is Fruitycake. I am not sure how long you have known me. I can’t remember a time I didn’t know you.
But maybe you remember when my persons first adopted me and brought me home to the RV at the campground. The first few days they thought I didn’t bark. Wow, were they in for a surprise!😯
Because I had never been in a home. I never had been anywhere but fighting for my life on the streets in a city.
And now, all of a sudden there were people and dogs everywhere. I acted like I wanted to eat everyone like I want to eat pizza now. And I made a lot of noise. No one and nothing could stop me.
Yes, we almost got kicked out of many campgrounds after that. People ran from us. I was a sight to see. It took me awhile to realize that the persons wanted me to not bark at everyone. And so I finally started to try to mumble. Grumble. And it’s my signature till this day. Signed, baby alligator, Fruitycake.
I find it much more appropriate now to sound like a baby alligator. I get my point across and I also get to express myself without making others run away.
Now, when I need to, I can certainly turn back into the fruit monster who can scare away anyone and their second cousin first removed from three states over.
Sometimes you have to be appropriate, but sometimes you have to be assertive with it. And if I have to protect Girl Person like Brickle taught me, I will.
Sometimes we have to learn how to be ourselves while also respecting others. Sometimes we can learn from the calmness of others. You can think clearer and smarter. You can still be you while being nice.
Is it easy all the time? No.
Being a baby alligator is a learning experience. If I can do it, you can too.
–Fruitycake
Honoring Peanut Butter Brickle’s Legacy 🐾
One Year Memorial – July 29th
It’s hard to believe it’s been almost a year since we said goodbye to our beloved Peanut Butter Brickle. His spirit, loyalty, and love touched the hearts of so many. As we approach his one-year memorial on July 29th, we want to celebrate his life in a way that continues his legacy of compassion and connection.
We are dedicating a memorial picnic table in his honor—a peaceful spot where others can sit, reflect, and remember. This table will be part of our effort to transform our property into a safe haven and sanctuary for animals in need, just like Brickle would have wanted.
To help bring this vision to life, we are offering a limited number of name spaces on the picnic table. You can choose to honor Peanut Butter Brickle, a beloved pet, or a loved one by adding their name. Your support will not only help fund the memorial but also aid us in creating a place of healing, hope, and sanctuary.
Join us in making a lasting tribute to a once-in-a-lifetime dog and friend.
🌿 To reserve a name space or learn more go to https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=MKB3M7YDW2SGL
I remember the day that your persons got you out of the shelter and everything that has happened since. Life was so much easier for all of you. I wish with all my heart that you still had Brickle. I bet you really miss him Fruitycake. Every dog needs to have one of his own kind for a buddy. I worry about you all now as it seems life is so hard for you in Italy. But I still check in everyday to see how you are managing. Sending hugs and prayers. Stay safe and stay clear of those wild pigs!
Fruity, I over slept this morning and trying to catch up is not working. So, for now, I’m going to get another cup of coffee and watch the news. Trying to help my neighbor whose car is so broken that she needs a new one. I guess she’s mad at me because I had an atitude when I was driving her around. I am an analytical person. All I wanted to know was how many places she wanted to go. I had thought she had one place to go, not three. I don’t think that was asking too much, but I guess it was. Anyway, I’ll asked again today. Hopefully, she will have a car lined up. Say a pray for me. Thanks, Fruity, for letting me get this off my chest. Have a great day!