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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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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