This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. It’s not often that I am at a loss for words. I just choose not to speak words…out loud, that is. But I sure do think a lot of words. Maybe you are the same.
As we were taking our evening walk last night, there was a crowd of smaller kid persons hanging out on a corner at camp.
As we walked by them, trying to mind our own business and trying to do our business, one of the kid persons asked to pet us. Girl Person told him thanks for asking, and sure, but we had to walk up to him. He was ok. But he smelled like old pizza.
One of the other kid persons didn’t ask to pet us. But he asked a different question.
“How much do you think those dogs are worth? Like. Together?”
Well. In all my years of walking this earth, I had never heard such a question. Girl Person had not either. And Digby? Well, he ignores all questions. But this was a question that begged to be answered. By no one. Except Girl Person chose to. She first gave him a look. And then another kid person said that was a good question. But he didn’t want to buy us. Well, I don’t want to be bought. I like new pizza.
Girl Person said first of all, we weren’t for sale. Second of all, she said not all the money in the world would buy us. The kid person was shocked. “Not even a million dollars?”
Girl Person told him we were more than possessions, like a car or a bike. She told him that she was sure he wouldn’t let someone buy his family. But he didn’t answer that one.
Instead, one of the other kid persons said that was Girl Person’s choice but he didn’t agree with it. And no words Girl Person could say would change their minds that day. But she told them that one day, if they had a pet, that pet was family. And to treat it like family you like.
I have to wonder. What makes persons big or small think that everything should and can be bought? When did everything become about them?
To put an actual value on everything is something persons seem to do. And then they choose not to value the most valuable ones of all.
Think about what you value. No…really. The things and the ones you value are not burdens. They flow naturally. You spend your time on them. Not your money. Unless it’s for me and Digby Pancake. We eat a lot.
One thing I did like about his question was the fact he knew Digby and I were a package deal. So. “How much are those dogs worth? Like, together?”
Not only are we a package deal, but we are the whole package. The good days, the bad days, the so-so days. And for all our days, we will spend it together for what that’s worth. And that’s more than a million dollars.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle