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