This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Have you ever had a really bad meal, and then, when you have a really good meal, it makes you appreciate the good one even more?  Well, I have never had a bad meal, but if I had, I would guess this to be true.  I also would guess it to be true that bad dogs have more fun than good dogs.

Unless you are me and you can be both.  Two for one is always a good deal.

I have been feeling real good lately, let me just point that out a little bit.  I am not a pointer, I am a foxhound, plus I heard it is bad to point fingers, but I only have paws.  I have had lots of good days and have been full of energy.  Girl Person says that she is glad that I feel good, but that her arms and her back might not be as glad since she gets pulled in all directions.  I have even been giving Boy Person a little of that action as well.

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I like to smell stuff, and eat stuff that I find when I smell the stuff, and there is a lot of coyote poop around here.  And old bones.  And old meat in grills.  And all day, all I hear is some person telling me not to eat that.  Don’t smell that.  Stop pulling me.  Leave it.  Don’t chase the ducks.  Don’t bark at hot air balloons.  Don’t try to eat the squirrels.  Don’t roll in that poop.  Or that poop.  Don’t bark at random and scare me. Should I go on?  I would, but I see poop.

Boys will be boys, bad boy, bad boy

And as you can imagine, being told no all day is exhausting in itself.

Get me feelin’ breathless, nothin’ but trouble
Boys will be boys, bad boy, bad boy

By the end of the day, when I howl at the top of my lungs for my evening treat, I am done for the day.  Until it is time for the persons’ dinner where I try to steal it.  Especially if there are pancakes. Or nachos. Or anything actually.

And finally, when I hear all of the no’s from the day winding down, I finally relax on my couch, which actually is a table turned into a bed in this RV, which everything is.

Always gettin’ so restless, nothin’ but trouble

And when I am finally being still, that is when I hear it.  I hear Boy Person telling Girl Person that I am a good dog.  I hear Girl Person telling him all the stuff they told me no for during the day.  I hear them talk about many things I have done since I was adopted, and I snore a little louder so that they can comment on how good that is too and that I am so cute to do that.

Every night I think that maybe the next day I won’t be so bad.  But then, when I hear how much they love me, I think that I don’t need to change.  If I am a bad boy, and they love it, who am I to disappoint them?

So often, the things that we complain about in life are what makes it worth living, more interesting, and yes, more lovable.  If the things you complain about weren’t there tomorrow, would you miss them?

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy, you make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy, you make me feel so good, knew you would

I know that I would miss being bad if I wasn’t bad so that they could love me even more when I am good.  And I see nothing to change about that.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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