A Day In Life

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Some days are worth mentioning.  Some days are not worth mentioning.  Yesterday was one of those days which was both.

The day started out like any other day.  We took a short hike because it was warm outside and we came in for breakfast.  Digby took a treat, and I had one too.  But all of a sudden, he started shivering and trembling.  Digby gets little shakes here and there.  Girl Person says it’s what happens when we all get older.  But this was not normal.

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It’s hard to know what to do when someone doesn’t feel good.  It is very hard for me to watch the persons be upset and Digby feel bad.  He was in a lot of pain.  And I will admit as a Sheriff that I don’t always know what to do.  And if I don’t, well, the persons certainly don’t.  They tried to look up stuff online.  They talked to other persons.  But you can only look and talk so much before you realize that you just have to help someone out of pain.  And so we called a vet person and they told us to come, even though we had never been there before.  So we loaded up Digby and took him.  If I could have drove us in the cop car I deserve, we certainly could have got there faster.  But it didn’t take too long before we got there and the kind people gave me treats.  Lots of treats.  Because I was a very good brother.  And I never leave my brother.  Nope, not even at the vet person.  That’s how much I love him.

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Have you ever loved someone that much?  Like you get hurt at the thought of not being together?  I couldn’t let him go thru it alone.  But I let him get his shots alone.  Unless it was a shot to make me even more handsome…which that would have been a miracle drug…I didn’t need it.  But Digby sure did.

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And as the vet person tried to help Digby, he said a fancy word called pancreatitis.  And he knew just what to give him, although no one could determine what caused it.  I think maybe Digby should fess up to that junk he snagged at a campsite the other night…

But either way, I do know this.  At the beginning of the day, we thought we were going to have to say goodbye to Digby.  And the end of the day, he was snoring at our feet.  In our lives, we all only have so many days.  When we wake up, if we are fortunate enough to wake up, we don’t know who will still be with us at the end of it.  In our life, if we are fortunate enough to love someone as much as I love Digby, there is a chance that one day we will not be together at the end of one day.

As Girl Person and Boy Person were telling Digby all of the things they wanted to tell him yesterday…I knew one thing to be true.  It didn’t matter all of the places we had been together.  It didn’t matter all of the things we had seen together.  It didn’t matter in that one moment when we thought that memories were the only thing we would have.  There is no substitute for being with the ones you love in life.  Living your life every day.  Don’t wait to say what you need to.  And never.  Ever.  Take one moment for granted, not even the little ones, the normal ones, the irritating ones.  While you can be together in this life, today, be together. Love each other like it’s your last day.

Digby still is on the mend.  And we still need good thoughts sent his way.  I will be there every step of the way to help.  And when they come out with a handsome shot, I’ll be the first in line.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Oranges To Oranges

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Some things get compared. Sunshiney to rain.

Waffles to pancakes.

Oranges to oranges. Yes. You can compare oranges to oranges.

In this Florida place, oranges are treasured. They don’t grow like they used to.

Oranges are meant to be enjoyed. If there was a way that they could be pancakes on the inside when they were peeled, they would be perfect.

Girl Person has been feeling a bit under the weather this week. Allergies and dump smells mean for a lot of sneezing and coughing. So she decided to double up on her orange intake.

You would think that if you are in this Florida place, you could just walk outside and pick one off of a tree. But not so easy. Rarely though, when we are hiking in the woods, we find an orange tree that used to be taken care of. Maybe someone used to live there and moved away. And when we find one, Girl Person gets so happy. Because even if they are old and have went back to their root stock and they are sour, she can still use them like lemons! There is always a use for something or someone even if their purpose has changed.

And as we were walking yesterday at camp, we did find an old tree! No, it didn’t have a lot of little oranges. Only a few. And Girl Person had to climb to get some. But she did! They weren’t pretty or shiny. But Girl Person was happy anyways! And she saved them for later.

That same day, she had to go to the store to get some food for us. When she was there, she told us she found an oh so pretty bag of oranges. All shiny and perfect and lovely. She couldn’t resist. Yes. She remembered her less than perfect oranges at home. But these. These oranges were going to be great! She thought.

She got home and was all excited. She couldn’t wait to eat one of those shiny oranges.

As soon as she took her first bite, she knew.

You guessed it. It was plain sour. You would have thought Girl Person had just lost a million dollars instead of $8. But all of a sudden, she saw it. A lonely, dirty orange on the picnic table. Only waiting to be squeezed on a taco. It wasn’t planned to be enjoyed on its own. But now. It had a chance.

She peeled the little orange and took a bite and it was as sweet as her Pappy’s feelings towards his orange grove years ago. She was immediately transported back there and heard his words.

“Oranges aren’t always pretty. But the trees should be. Do as little as possible to them and let them be. They will give what they want to for as long as they can. Don’t mess with them too much. You’ll just mess it up.”

You see, in their orange grove, they didn’t have endless rows of trees. But the trees were often overflowing when other trees struggled all around. And although one day they stopped growing oranges and slowly died, they had done a good job. Yes. Other trees were there longer. But they were never as pretty. They never tasted like Pappy’s trees.

Oranges to oranges? Who can compare? It isn’t always how someone or something looks on the outside that tells you what’s on the inside, is it?

You see, shiny things may be shiny. But who or what are you looking past because of a little imperfection? Imperfection makes life delicious. Take a bite.

Deputy Digby Pancake

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