Old Joe The Alligator And The Missed Breakfast

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Digby Pancake agrees with that. However, he also agrees with persons who say that lunch is the most important meal of the day. And yes. He agrees with persons who think dinner is the deal.

So when Girl Person decided yesterday that she would rather go hiking at a state park more than moving our whole house, we decided to put that off for another day. Even though she said our breakfast may be a little late. And we headed to a place called Wakulla Springs State Park in this Florida place.

It didn’t take us very long to get there. But Digby and I were very excited as soon as we got there.

It was a new place.

The weather was freezing for this Florida place, and we had our crazy, breezy attitudes with us.

I wish we would have brought our breakfast with us too.

Because as we hiked, I could tell there was so much to see here. A pretty lodge.

There were boats with glass bottoms that people could ride to see manatees.

And there was an alligator named Old Joe. Old. Joe. Big Old Joe.

Dogs couldn’t go inside the lodge. But that was ok. Because thinking of Old Joe in there kinda made me sad.

Girl Person told us that Old Joe was so big. He was 11 feet long. Some said he was 300 years old! But he never harmed anyone.

Then one day, someone decided they should harm him. For no reason. No reason at all. And it was never found out who did it.

Old Joe’s life was taken away when he was just living. Just existing. And it made me think…who is more dangerous? Persons or animals?

Of course, animals like Old Joe should be respected by giving them their space. Letting them be.

And we have to be cautious because the earth doesn’t operate like it should and makes things out of order. But we should never forget that an alligator inside of a glass case once was happy. We should never forget he isn’t an attraction. He is now a lesson for us. The lesson that danger is in ignorance. And danger is in persons who think they have a right to harm others just because they can.

As we were thinking about Old Joe and admiring the springs and scenery of this Florida place, we realized that we had in fact missed breakfast. And we still had to drive home. The car couldn’t get there fast enough. In fact, we were so slow we missed lunch too. Yet, Digby knows that a foxhound stare can make a late lunch turn into an omelet. If you stare. And howl. And make your point known.

And Girl Person said she wouldn’t let us down. In memory of Old Joe who needed a lot of omelette to stroll thru the water and be the best alligator he could be, we had our eggies at 2 pm. And our dinner at 4 pm. Because we could. Because we wanted to. Learning about Old Joe was worth the wait for breakfast.

If you’re afraid of missing a meal, well, you should be. But don’t let fear keep you from seeing the beauty in all living things. Have you ever thought…they care for you too?

Today, we are headed for some more beach therapy. Stay tuned!

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

Don’t Say Goodbye

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. It’s been said, because I have said it, that you never know how much you love something until its gone. I miss that plate of pancakes every day.

It was a good week. We got to sit on the beach and go hiking.

Then Gandma and Gandpa came for a visit.

It was a surprise to me and Brickle. And a really good surprise.

As happy as we were to see them, the whole time, Girl Person kept saying that it was going to be hard to say goodbye again. We say it a lot.

We say it to places and persons and campsites.

We say it to trees and flowers.

We say goodbye to the hot showers. We don’t say goodbye to the cold showers. We would get the cold shoulder.

I’m not really sure why persons even think they need to say goodbye. I don’t. Because I live in the moment and I don’t think about the sadness in parting. I think about the fun we had. And the fun we will have again.

Persons say that goodbyes are hard because you never really know if you will see someone again. You think of all the good and the bad times you had.

You think of regrets. You think of mistakes. You think of the future. All of that is in one goodbye.

Why not think about the next hello instead? The next plate of pancakes and not the last pancake?

So as Gandma and Gandma come to say goodbye to us this morning as we head out, we will not cry. We will not be sad.

Because the next time we see them…well…we will be glad. And we hope it is sooner this time.

When we’ve forever lost ones close to us, well, it’s hard. For some reason we think of those last moments after they are gone. But what if we would have spent all of our time worrying about that last moment when we had the good moments? That seems like a waste. So cherish the ones you love. Who are with you now.

And if you live far away, make the most of the time you have. And look forward to the next.

Don’t say goodbye. Because even if we don’t get another hello, we won’t have wasted those last hugs. Those last kisses. That moment in time. It’s too sweet to say goodbye.

Deputy Digby Pancake

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