The Best

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Oh, what a week. Rain, rain and more rain. It was enough rain to make me smell like a dog. And not a regular dog, but a wet Deputy Digby dog and that my friends is a very. Smelly. Dog. Finally, we heard that the sun is going to come out today. We thought that it would come out yesterday, but at least the rain stopped enough for us to try and get cleaned up a bit.

But as we were thinking about how hard the past few days had been, Girl Person looked at us yesterday on our hike. All wet. Stinky. And she noticed the way we were standing. Did she look like that too?  What were we defending ourselves from?  Why was our guard up as far as my foxhound tail?

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You see, she realized that her feelings of worrying about the rain and if more was coming was making her forget about the fact that it wasn’t raining. At that particular moment. There we were, enjoying a walk without being poured on. And yet, she was worried about five minutes from now. And the next day. And this. Was. Arrestable. The Sheriff pulled out the report. It. Was. Written.

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As Deputy Digby, it is a rare occasion that I bring out the worry. If I don’t see my dinner exactly on time…worry. But that’s about it.

Doesn’t take much to make me happy
And make me smile with glee
Never never will I feel discouraged
‘Cause our love’s no mystery

And part of my job is to make the persons realize what is important by just being me, which is all that I can do anyway. So as I peed on yet another tree and found an old chicken wing, Girl Person simply looked at me and said that she would try. She would try today. She got what I was saying. And she said that she would even try the next day after that. Here she was, not being her best because she was worried about the next moment of rain. And not enjoying what was there right now.

Flowing in and out of changes
The kind that come around each day
My life has a better meaning
Love has kissed me in a beautiful way

You see, the best of our love will never be known if we don’t recognize our best. Being our best doesn’t mean the perfect job, or the perfect house. Being our best doesn’t mean that new car or even a new pile of pancakes. Sometimes, we have in our minds what we want to attain, and we think we can’t, and won’t be happy until whatever that is happens.  But being our best means showing our best in every situation, showing others what we truly are. Because you are the only you. And the best you.

Life cannot be lived in the past.  We left it there for a reason.  And even though we may have made mistakes, like that time I missed the coyote poop under that tree stump and was not able to roll on it in time, we can only do our best in this moment.  Will rain come again?  It probably will.  But if it isn’t raining now, appreciate that.  Even if it is a little foggy.  Even if it is a little dreary.  Because you can be your best in that too. It is just a different kind of best when you show what you are made of.

No, the day wasn’t perfect yesterday.  The sun did not come out.  But the rain never came either.  We may not have a home yet or land.  And so our sun isn’t as bright as we would like it to be.  However, where we are now is pretty good too. So we aim to show our best, to give the best of our love to each other, the world.  If we show our best and be our best, the best thing for us will happen.  That forecast is guaranteed.

Demonstrating love and affection
That you give so openly yeah
I like the way you make me feel about you baby
Want the whole wide world to see

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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