my brother was born and he was not your average baby, he was a caul baby. We didn't name him and we decided to make his cascate right away.
when my brother lived on, we name him william armstrong but i changed it to doodle. I had to carry him everywhere and that had to change.
why do you want me to walk anyways ?
bc i cant keep caring you around every where i go, plus you need to learn to do things on your own.
After many hard weeks of practice and determination, my brother Doodle started to walk and stand. We showed his skills to my family on his birthday, and they loved it! But i realized how my pride took over.
a pretty scarlet ibis came into our yard today and ended up dying, Doodle didn't take it very well and buried it
is it ok
doodle and i decided to keep training and out of nowhere a storm came. doodle had called for me but i wanted to keep training.
i ran back because i noticed doodle wasn't coming home. i saw him on the ground with blood everywhere! my pride and joy left me that very moment.