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.


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.


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.


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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Kenny G Or Brickle B?

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. I am known for my take charge attitude.  My get it done work ethic.  My policing skills.  Never have I been accused of going soft.  Until now.  


Usually, being soft is Deputy Digby’s department.  He is super good at that with his soft ears, his soft fur, his very soft and squishy belly.


Soft is not my department.  If there was a soft department, I would not apply for a job there.  My brillo pad fur and my prickly attitude are my trademarks.  Unless.  Unless.  You play some Kenny G.  I am not afraid to say it.  I didn’t know music could be so.  Mellow.  So.  Good.  So.  Me.


Girl Person is on the computer thing a lot.  That’s her job.  So when she saw this miracle man called Kenny G playing a melody this past week, she watched it.  And I heard it.  

And I did not know what hit me. It was like a breath of fresh air coming from that thing he blew in to. I had never, ever heard such noises. Such music. It’s like I became a fan of the horn in an instant. It was love at first song. Have you ever felt like that besides the time you first saw me?


My reaction was instant. I couldn’t control it. And it could not be hid. Girl Person was more than surprised at my reaction. Did I really like this music? Was she seeing things?

I will tell you this. I love it. It puts me at ease. I feel more soft. More like the deepest parts of myself are trying to get out. At first, it was concerning to me. I didn’t really want to feel this much. But then, when I let myself feel that much, I wondered what I was scared about.


Many persons don’t think that dogs or other animals can have likes and dislikes.  I think it is easier for them to feel that way because it makes them feel less responsible for how they treat others.  It makes them feel like they just matter more.  And although we all should love ourselves, and I am pretty good at that, when you let someone else’s melody and soul impact your life, you do matter more.  You matter more together.

I thought about not admitting that I could be soft.

But then I thought, hey, that makes me even more attractive.  If I could learn how to play an instrument like Kenny G, maybe I could change my name to Brickle B.  What would you think about that?

Girl Person says that when she was younger, Kenny G was her favorite jam.  Like with peanut butter?  Seems to me that I have heard her play her clarinet thing more than once and wanted her to stop more than once.  But with Kenny G, he can keep playing that music for all of my days.

Deputy Digby can keep his favorite band all to himself.  Anything with the name Oates is too healthy for me.

Many things can be our friends like music, if we let them. It is easier to just shut out our emotions.  But letting ourselves feel…like we were meant to…can make life a song.  

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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