Depression and Dogs

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This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  First off, yes, I know that this is a fabulous picture of me.  It’s not often that you see this smile so very radiant, so lovely, so….awesome.  Secondly, you are welcome…for the picture.

I am writing  you today because Girl Person is a bit down in the dumps.  I don’t know where this dump is, but sometimes she says she has to visit there. I don’t like it when she visits…because it puts a damper in my day. Girl Person tells us that it has nothing to do with us. She tells us that she has something called depression and that she fights with it a lot.  She tells us that it helps her when we go hiking.  She tells us that it helps her to just have me and Digby around.  Well yeah. Again, can’t you see the picture and how awesome it is?

Girl Person tells me and Digby that if we had not come along, her life would have been very different.  She thinks that many of her fans probably deal with this thing called depression too and that their dogs have also helped them.  She says that sometimes, she has to just wait it out, try her best to keep going and that we make her keep going.  Of course we do.  We need fed and walked and walked again.  And again.  And again.  We need our Girl Person, and she needs us.  So she says she is going to try and rest today and get better and that she could use our help. Well, of course. It doesn’t take much to brighten a day….seriously.  Look at the picture.

Girl Person says that dogs help depression.  She tells us that she doesn’t visit the dump place as often.  She says that we keep her going, that we saved her life.  They don’t call us the Sheriff and Deputy for nothing folks. So today, I am arresting her depression.  That way, we can have a totally awesome dinner, hike and nap.

Girl Person says that she tells her fans these things because she wants them to realize that we all battle the same things in our life. That sometimes, it helps to know we are not alone.  Our fans help her more than you know.  So I won’t arrest YOU today…yet.

Have a great weekend everyone!!!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

The Close Call

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This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  We are happy this morning to be writing to you.  Sometimes, we take it for granted that every day we will be here.  Sometimes, we take it for granted that everything will be right in our world.  But we are thankful this morning.  We are thankful for our Boy Person and that he is still here and that we can say Happy Thursday.

I love my Boy Person.  True, he takes time away from me and Girl Person, but he generally is a nice sort of fellow and loves me too.  Yes, Digby Pancake thinks that Boy Person is his bestie, but are all all besties. And I especially love him more today.

Last night, Boy Person was on his way home.  He was driving, it was dark outside, and he had just called Girl Person to let her know he was on his way home.  Girl Person sent him a picture of us and she told us that he would be home soon for dinner.  It took an especially long time for him to get home, but Girl Person tried not to worry with traffic and the sort.  As Sheriff, I hadn’t heard of any accidents or arrest reports, so I didn’t worry either and followed Girl Person around as she was cooking.

That is when there was a knock on the door.  It was Boy Person.  He was a little pale…paler than a pancake as Digby would say.  He told Girl Person that he was almost in a head on collision. He told her that some other driver decided to pass a line of traffic on a skinny, dark road and that all he saw were headlights coming towards him.  He said that he drove off the road into a ditch because there was nowhere to go and that the cars behind him also narrowly escaped being killed.  He told Girl Person that it was a mere 2 feet that saved his life.

Now, I am not the crying type.  I am the handsome, strong type. But in this situation, I will say that we all had a group hug and the persons had an extra glass…or bottle, I ain’t sayin.  Boy Person’s close call was something to think about.  All of the things that we were worried about that day seemed useless.  What if we wouldn’t have been able to eat dinner together again…ever? What if I wouldn’t have been able to growl at Boy Person every time he comes to bed again…ever?  Oh, the little things.

Sometimes, close calls remind us that tomorrow is never guaranteed.  For anyone.  So appreciate even the little things in your day today.  And remember, every day is a gift.  Especially when you can look at me.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle