This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. It is no secret that I am quite sensitive. Put that in your frying pan and fry it. Also, make Digby a pancake.
Many may not know that my sensitivity can be a bit of a hindrance. No, not to my handsome, as nothing can affect that.
But apparently, when something bothers me, you can see it all over my face, not unlike Girl Person.
I am what many call “an old soul”. I have had this soul since I was born. I haven’t changed. But as I have gotten older, sometimes, things seem to bother me a little more. Traffic, loud noises, people that rush around, and storms. Thunder. That lightening stuff. And oh, we have had so much of that lately.
Girl Person tries to tell me that they wouldn’t let anything happen to me, and yeah, I know that. But I simply don’t like the noises. I simply get all worked up about it. And when that happens, my stomach hurts. And I don’t want to eat. Has that ever happened to you? Tell me about it so that I feel better. Maybe you don’t like traffic either, or the news on that bad box television thing. Maybe you forgot to pay a bill and don’t like the phone ringing. Maybe you forgot to buy an item on your list at the store. Maybe you get all worked up about something besides my handsome. Which is hard to believe.
As Girl Person tried to cheer me up and took us to the dog park here, something happened. A Florida rainstorm came up like no other. The sun was shining, but down came the rain. There was nowhere for us to go except under a tree and I was pretty upset about it. So upset in fact that I just sat in the rain. Defeated. I didn’t know what to do except nothing. It was time to fold em’. Do you ever feel like that?
It seemed to me like the last eight days had been out to get me. I wanted to be happy about the rain and the need for it. And I was some of the time. But then the other time, those thoughts about my nervousness got to me. My sensitive side was in overdrive. And I just couldn’t control it. Just like my handsome.
Girl Person tried everything. She made me cookies. She made me a caesar salad.
But nope, I didn’t want it. My down in the dumps mood had made my tummy hurt. And nothing could cheer me up. Or so I thought.
Girl Person said that it was time we walk and clear our heads. It had stopped raining for a little bit. And a little bit was good enough for us. For sure. We made it to lake and as I stopped to sit down because I wanted to, a lady walked up.
She asked me if I was ok. And just that question was enough for me. She didn’t ask how old I was. She didn’t ask if I had “too many miles” on me. She didn’t ask anything, but if I was ok. And I wasn’t ok. That was the simple fact. I was scared of more rain. I was tired of it. As Girl Person told her that I had not ate all day, she simply pulled out two little dog biscuits from her pocket and gave one to Digby. There was one left for me. Now, usually, I am all about the peanut butter cookies. But it wasn’t about that. These biscuits had my name on it. Because she cared.
I knew that she couldn’t make the rain go away. I knew that she couldn’t do anything for me…but in actuality she did. Even an old soul like me knows that a kind word, a kind question can in fact make everything better.
Lucky I’m sane after all I’ve been through
(Everybody say I’m cool, he’s cool)
I can’t complain but sometimes I still do
Life’s been good to me so far
If not for my honesty, and being who I was, that lady person may not have thought to offer me that biscuit. No, I didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for me, but the fact that I thought all was a loss that day, and it wasn’t, made me a winner. And that lady person? She had no idea what that little biscuit did for me.
It gave me more confidence, it brightened my day even more than the sunshiney could have. And as we went back to the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV to rest before dinner, there was no denying it. Love and kindness are never wasted. It may take all of our energy sometimes to ask someone if they are ok. And it is ok if they are not ok. Because we all have our own problems to deal with. No one may be able to solve them for us. But if we take the time to make someone’s day better, maybe for us, the favor will be returned.
You may wonder if I only got one dog biscuit. Yes, and I only got one question. But that was enough. If you believe you can make a difference, then you will make a difference.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle
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One thought on “One For You. And That’s Enough.”
What a wonderful Lady Person…to be wise such as YOU are, Sweet Sheriff. There are days & times we ALL just. have.enough! The dog biscuits & peanut butter cookies in the world are sometimes not so great without a kind look, word or question. And, I understand, I’m not a fan of ‘noises or crowds’….sometimes, I need wine, sometimes, a peanut butter cookie…to dip IN my wine. Don’t judge. I wish you peaceful days & nights & a better tummy day for your wise old soul. 🐶♥️