This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Question. Is today Humpday? Because apparently yesterday wasn’t. And I need to know what day it is. I need to mark it on my calendar. I also need a calendar. To pee on. You know, mark it.
We had our last rescue visit yesterday with Soft Paws Rescue in Santa Rosa, California.
We did it. We did it. 48 states and 48 rescues. But until we post that last article and video, we will hold off on the celebrating. Because our work for them is not done yet. I wanted to do more work yesterday for them, but I kept being told it was not Humpday and I only do work on Humpday. And I suppose when you think it is Humpday and you act like it is Humpday, but it isn’t Humpday, that is frowned upon. Or when you are trying to film a video.
So apparently, it is ok for Boy Person to look crazy, but it is not ok for me to act crazy when it is not Humpday. Seriously though. Who cares what day it is or what time it is?
I could care less about time. Don’t ask me about it, I have no watch.
And I was walking down the street one day
A pretty lady looked at me and said her diamond watch had stopped cold dead
And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is
Does anybody really care
If so I can’t imagine why
We’ve all got time enough to cry
After the persons had enough of my antics, Girl Person decided that it must be the heat making me hump and making Brickle irritable. But alas, if that was the case, it would be hot every day.
So, the persons decided to put me and Sheriff Brickle in an air conditioned room for us to cool down a bit. Problem is, when I think it is Humpday, I try to break out of rooms and I succeed in that. So as the persons were trying to work with the rescue, we ran out.
I am good at opening doors and breaking out. People ask why we always have a harness on. Now you know. But as with any people who love animals and work in rescues, they understand that us dogs all have our own personalities and that some of us like Humpday more than others. So the people at Soft Paws were nice about it, Girl Person and Boy Person were embarrassed about it, and well, I tried to understand why Humpday wasn’t every day like it should be. I asked my friend Shadow. She didn’t even know.
When you meet a really cool German Shepherd who just wanted to ignore me, what was I supposed to do on Humpday that wasn’t Humpday? I guess Sheriff Brickle thinks it is as much fun to sit around policing everyone with a German Shepherd. News flash, Sheriff. When I find out when Humpday really is, I will take over.
Does anybody really know what time it is
Does anybody really care
If so I can’t imagine why
We’ve all got time enough to cry
In my opinion, persons care too much about time and calendars. Just relax and let me think that every day is Humpday. I am gonna think it anyway.
People runnin’ everywhere
Don’t know where to go
Don’t know where I am
Can’t see past the next step
Don’t have time to think past the last mile
Have no time to look around
Just run around, run around and think why
Take time to have fun no matter what day it is. Even if the day is after a long weekend that didn’t include Humpday. Relax, relish what is in your day and find a hot dog for it.
-Deputy Digby Pancake
Digby – seems to me that your persons and all other persons (for that matter) should be impressed by your ability to escape from rooms. I know I am impressed by that. I think you had fun and that is what counts.
Everyday should be humpday! I agree!