This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. If pancakes grew on trees, well, it would explain Deputy Digby’s love of hiking.
However, because we still have not found that coveted pancake tree, or trees, that we have been searching high and low years for, dog treats from the Park Ranger will have to do before every hike here in this Tampa, Florida place. And it seems as though…sometimes…they appear. By magic.
You can do magic
You can have anything that you desire
It all started when we came to park in the exotic location here of Memaw Macaw’s house. Since she lives on a busy road, Girl Person has to drive us to a park everyday to hike and even go for walks. And every day, when the nice Park Ranger is there, not only does she say hello, but every time, she gives me and the Deputy a treat. It is like our own drive thru. We really like this Park Ranger. I have grown quite fond of her.
I couldn’t believe it, you took my heart
I couldn’t retrieve it, said to myself
What’s it all about
Now I know there can be no doubt
However, I noticed something. And I am always one to notice something. When the very nice Park Ranger was there with all of the treats, the bones were delish. Just the right temperature and size. But when she wasn’t there? When a non-dog-loving Park Ranger was on duty? Somehow, the treats started to taste just like the ones we had at home. Or in Girl Person’s backpack.
You know darn well
When you cast your spell you will get your way
When you hypnotize with your eyes
A heart of stone can turn to clay
At first, I was quite irritated that the non-dog-loving Park Ranger did not hand Girl Person any treats to give to us. My drooling out of the car window did not even give him the hint. In fact, every night when we pulled up, he would tell Girl Person that he didn’t need to see her park pass because we were there every night anyway. If I could arrest on attitude, with a piercing look of handsome through that Park Ranger window, I would have. But I didn’t want to spoil my chances of the drive thru gold. Sometimes a Sheriff has to pick his battles. At first, when he shut the window without giving us any treats, I was devastated. And the worst part? Seeing Deputy Digby’s look of disappointment that a hike was not going to produce even a morsel of cheap dog biscuits. And definitely not the pancake tree.
But then. Like magic, I knew what had just happened. The non-dog-loving Park Ranger was in fact doing a magic trick! All of a sudden, Girl Person would say, “look what he gave you, boys!”. And in her hand were…like magic…dog biscuits.
Now, I said it before and I will say it again. They looked suspiciously like the ones we had at home. You know..the organic kind. And they smelled the same too. But who was I to complain? I did anyway. And I wondered. When in the world would the pretty Park Ranger person be back? As Girl Person always does, by magic, she reads my mind. She told me that on Wednesday thru Sunday she would be there. I had to get tickets to this magic show. I liked hers better.
The nice Park Ranger may not have had any tricks up her sleeve, but she sure did know her stuff.
I never believed in things that I couldn’t see
I said if I can’t feel it then how can it be
No, no magic could happen to me
And then I saw you
She knew that the best magic in anyone’s day was to be nice. And kind. And to smile. I don’t do any of those things, but my handsome is like magic. It makes up for it. But as Girl Person says, if we aren’t kind though, to others around us, fancy don’t matter. Nothing else matters. Not even the magic dog treats that appear in Girl Person’s hand after the window shuts.
I would say that the best part of our day may not even be the dog treats from the nice Park Ranger. It may be the fact that she likes us, she wants to see us. And that is like…magic.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle