Candy Cane and I have a lot in common.
We like to work in the kitchen, even if we mess up sometimes.
We like to be with our friends.
If you look like you have something important on your mind, we try to understand you.
We each have fewer working parts than we started out with.
The list of our commonalities goes on and on. We're both food-oriented, we both like to watch sea gulls, and we are both happy when loved ones arrive.
There are also ways we're very different from each other.
She likes to leave notes for the world by peeing hither and yon; I prefer to type my words at a computer.
She eats meat; I don't.
When I jog, I do so with fear, and I usually wait at least 24 hours between jogs. Candy doesn't jog. She runs. She runs so fast that people are shocked when they discover she's missing a leg. Candy runs with joy, till her tongue's hanging out through her smile. Then she plops to the ground, still smiling, rests for 2.5 seconds, and then runs some more.
Candy and I are learning from each other. I'm teaching her how to contain herself, and she's teaching me how to let myself go.
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