A Spoonful Of Salt Makes The Medicine Go Down

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  What a difference a day makes.  Or two.  One minute you are feeling all good, the next minute you are running out the door in the campground trying to get some air so you don’t pass out from sickness.  Well, that was Girl Person.  And it was a very long few days in this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  It was long for Brickle too.  You see, when Girl Person is sick, the Sheriff is sick.  And that makes us all wish for normalcy again.  Normal sometimes seems like perfection when it is taken away from you.


I’m not one to get worried, except when completely necessary, and I even wondered what I could do to help Girl Person feel better.  I didn’t know what medicine to buy, so Boy Person took care of getting her all kinds of drinks and remedies.  He took care of pretty much everything. I was able to go to my happy place in my mind.  Because even when things look bleak, you can always go there.

But I also knew something was missing, and she just wasn’t going to get better without it.


However,  I knew that I had to let her rest, there was no choice in that matter, and I am a very good sleeper.  Except for kicking the wall every five minutes and snoring, I am the best sleeper in the world.  I let Girl Person do some sleeping too, hoping that when the next day came, she would be able to take my medicine.  Dr. Doggo Digby was on call.  And I was ready.  Spoon and all.

I waited for her to rest.  Spoon all ready.  And I even channeled my own, inner Mary Poppins so that I would be ready when the sun came up.

You might think that I had a half dollar size pancake in my spoon, or maybe even peanut butter.  But no.  I had sand.  I had salt.  I had water.  She needed the beach. Or maybe we all did.  And when you wake up, it’s a new day, and Girl Person is feeling better, well, you feel like you can do anything!

So as Girl Person woke up and had a little bit of her normal yucky coffee stuff, she told me and Sheriff Brickle that she felt like we needed the beach.  She was going to take Dr. Doggo Digby’s orders.  And I have to tell you.  Even though we have been to the beach about a million times since we got here months ago, it sure looked pretty.  It sure felt nice.  And it was better than any medicine could have been.

As we waded in the water and appreciated the time we had, well, it got me to thinking.  We all have a happy place.  Yours may not be the beach, it may be the mountains, or a creek, or maybe even the craziness of a big city.  If you find out what makes you happy, and you know what makes you happy, when the not so good days come up, you can think of that place in your mind and work towards getting back there.  We all have to have something and some place to look forward to.  It is what keeps us going, keeps us moving.

No matter what anyone else thinks, or even may say, never change your happy place.  It is yours and yours alone.  It can be the best medicine that you’ll ever take.

Girl Person may still have a few days to feel all the way better, but if she keeps taking her medicine like Dr. Doggo Digby prescribes, she won’t be sorry.  Also, it will make my dinner time not be late again.  That’s in the prescription.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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