This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Have you ever had a day when you are too happy? You know. You can’t contain yourself? You are like a kid in a candy store. A Girl Person in a winery. A Brickle making an arrest. A Digby at dinner. Have you ever been that happy? Have you ever felt that good?
As you know, I have been pretty mouthy and howly lately. But catch me around dinner time, and I tell you what, you haven’t seen nothin yet. I go literally insane. Girl Person says that every night is worse than the last. She said all of Jacksonville, Florida needs ear plugs at this point if they aren’t all sold out around here. But this weekend, I took the cake. Or Girl Person’s eye if you must know.
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
There it was dinner time. Girl Person had made us one of our favorites…pizza! And well, I got a bit beside myself wondering what the toppings would be. Pancakearoni? I just couldn’t imagine. She tried to sneak the food outside without me waking up so that it would lessen the barking time. But you cannot sneak a pizza past Digby Pancake. You might as well change my name to Digby Pizza. I am that good. You can add any name of food to my name…that starts with a peeee of course. Digby Potato, Digby Poutine, Digby Pasta, Digby Papaya. Digby Poop. Yes, that’s food to me. I said it.
So when her sneaking food past me failed, I jumped up in amazement like I always do! Dinner time, dinner time, dinner time!! I get so excited that I can’t sit still, and Girl Person tried to put my collar and leash on me. I tried to be good, but tried wasn’t doing it. And as I threw my head back one last time to howl as loud as I could, Girl Person’s big old eyeball she has had since she was a baby person got clocked right about out.
When the clock strikes two, three and four
If the band slows down we’ll yell for more.
Now. You would think that when your eye almost falls in a pizza and it doesn’t, that you would be thankful your eye didn’t fall in a pizza. Yet, Girl Person lost her mind, fell on the ground doing a person howl, Sherif Brickle arrested me, and she was a little bit perturbed. But as she always does, she gets over it in about five seconds. Good thing, because I had started my howling again. As she looked in the mirror and saw her black eye, she wondered if she should ever make pizza again. And what were the toppings? I couldn’t tell you. I ate it too fast. And that was the only time I stopped howling.
Girl Person thought that perhaps we should take a walk to clear our heads, but as some others campers tried to talk to us, she felt the need to explain her appearance and eyeball. She explained about the pizza, the howling, the arrests, and dinner time. As the campers patiently listened to her story, the man camper person remarked that he had heard it all. About a mile down the road.
This information reaffirmed to Girl Person that not only was my howling about to get us kicked out of this place, but if everyone knew I was howling because pizza was so good, she was going to have a line at the door. She said to me that she wished that she got that excited about anything lately. And as usual, I said thank you. Because one of the things that I don’t understand about persons is why they try to hide happy. Why they try to hide excitement. If something is good, even if it happens every day, feel it. Embrace it . Howl about it. Don’t. Hide. It.
Girl Person? I got you good. But you’ve got me. We have each other. And even though we have not found a house and we have no campsite available here after this Friday, and you are worried, I do know this. There are five more dinners until then. And I will still be excited about that. Every day, every dinner should feel like you are experiencing it for the first time. Try it.
-Deputy Digby Pancake
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