This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. If my job was any harder, I would need a raise in peanut butter cookies. And since I am in charge of my own job pawformance reviews, I put in for that raise. And surprise, surprise, surprise. It was approved.
This week? Well, it was pretty difficult. I have a brother…a Deputy…that is crazy. Beyond. Crazy. Before I even start, Digby. Is. Arrested.
You would think that when your Deputy is trying to help you out on the job, that would be a good thing. You would also think that said Deputy, when he is trying to get the job done fast, would be cause for adulation.
You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for
But the Deputy, with a week of rest under his belt holding up no pants, became full of energy. He became full of crazy. So much so that Girl Person said that it seemed like he had aged backwards as she fell backwards into a tree stump because he was going so fast. What was happening? If you said that was crazy, you would be right.
I have to say, I was pretty taken aback too. And nothing takes me aback except when my reflection in the mirror gets so hard to look at because it is amazing.
But as we went down the second trail of the day yesterday evening, it became apparent that Deputy Digby had taken some type of crazy pill. He leapt over fallen down trees with grace like a gazelle. Or me.
He would leap over the trees and then pick up alligator poop in his mouth in one swoop. Girl Person’s pleas for slowing down were met with indifference as she fell on her knees. She asked him what in the world was wrong with him? But I just wondered. What was right?
Everyone’s days are hard. Whether you go to work, or if you have families with small kids, furkids, or big kids like Memaw Macaw. We spend so much of our day trying to fix our health, or feel better. And instead of feeling better, we just go round and round. Even if we do feel better, we are so tired from the trying that we can’t enjoy it. But for Deputy Digby, his days of rest and good food and listening to Memaw Macaw and Boy Person go back and forth seemed to do him some good. He didn’t care why he felt good. He just felt good and he was enjoying it. Even if he was making Girl Person crazy.
But usually with crazy comes laughter. And as Girl Person took a look at herself, she wondered out loud. What was she so upset about? A few more bruises from trying to keep up with Deputy Digby? Did she need to do a citizen’s arrest?
She thought about it.
It’s too late to fight
It’s too late to change me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
She decided that she would take each day of Deputy Digby feeling good, which meant being bad. It meant trying to figure out who was louder…Memaw Macaw and Boy Person, or Digby howling. It meant putting her hands up to her ears so that she didn’t get permanent damage when he was howling for dinner. It meant wondering if four miles a day was long enough to walk. But it also meant that if he felt good, we should all feel good. Because the good days are hard to come by. The good days are special. The good days, we will remember. The good days…are now.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle