This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. But today, you can call me Dr. Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.
This has been a hard few days for our family in this house on wheels. When one of us is feeling bad, well, we all feel bad. And Deputy Digby has been feeling really bad.
He hurt his paw, probably on many of the rocks in this North Carolina place, and for some reason, every time he started to walk, it started bleeding. Very. Very. Bad. The persons bandaged him up, talked to a vet and the prognosis was out. First, he had to rest for at least two days. Only walks around the block.
He had to keep it covered up for at least a week, and well, that was all a big, big problem around here. So I decided that I had to take over. I was going to have to not only be a Sheriff. But a doctor too. Can I multitask? You know it. Can I make Digby keep a bandage on his foot? You know I cannot.
As Girl Person took us for our evening walk after we ate our dinner the night before last, Digby decided that he did not want his bandage on anymore. Nope. Not at all.
So he scratched his paw as hard as he could on the ground which made his sock and his bandage come off. And then…well…it was not good. Not good at all. There was blood everywhere on him, on Girl Person, on me. Digby didn’t notice and he rolled over on his back which made the scene even worse. And passerby’s? Well, they kept on passing by. And Girl Person panicked. She. Freaked. Out.
She called Boy Person, who ran up the hill that we shouldn’t have walked to in the first place in this situation, and Boy Person picked him up and carried him home. It was not a pretty situation. I was still pretty though.
When we got back, the persons had to clean us all up and figure out what to do besides break into the wine. No. They needed something stronger. And it was decided. Rum. Rum would have to do.
They remembered that on a bottle of rum in a cabinet that there was a bag on it. They thought this might do the trick. No, not the rum itself. But the bag. It was a perfect remedy to the problem at hand. I mean, paw. This would protect Digby’s paw and hopefully, help it heal.
Now. Again, I am a Sheriff. Today, also a doctor. And you are calling me Dr. Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. So what was Dr. Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle’s take on this remedy? It was so crazy that it might just work.
Digby’s paw? It got bagged up. And did he try to shake it off? Oh, he did at first. But then, he seemed to like his new fashion accessory. It was going to be the new trend, I told him. It was going to the rage in all of Franklin, North Carolina. He played it up. He was feeling it.
Now. We can only wait. It is hard sitting still for us. But Digby and I are a package deal. If he doesn’t go, I don’t go. And so I will wait for him to feel better. I can work on my handsome while I am waiting, looking at myself a little more, and hopefully, the time will pass quickly.
If you know Digby, you know that Digby approaches every day with a smile. Even if he has a rum bag on his paw.
And so, now all we can do is wait and let him get better. Dr. Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle arrests the cut on his paw. And my prognosis? Time will heal.
It makes me realize how much I need him in my day when he stinks. It makes me realize how much I need him at night when he snores. It makes me realize how much I miss him staring at me at dinner time. And now it is time for 2 Traveling Dogs to follow the vet’s orders which I concurred on. NO traveling. Just resting.
We can do that because we are going to keep a positive attitude. And you can bag that up.
-Dr. Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle
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2 thoughts on “Bag It Up”
It looks like Digby is wearing a very fine, CUSTOM MADE Baseball glove!! He’s an ALL STAR!! Have him sign autographs with his ‘good’ paw!! DR Sheriff… You can be his Agent. Charge Pancakes for the autographs, but take YOUR 20% fee in Peanut Butter Cookies!!!! Win/Win! 👍🏼🐕🐶💖