The Path Of Fishy Fish

This is Fishy Fish.  Not sure if we have met before.  But I have been with Brickle and Digby and their persons for a few months now in this Florida place campground with a beach.  No, no, I was not in their campsite.  Of course, my house is the ocean.  Yet, almost every night, I took my path to where they would be.  I swam so that I could look at them on the shore.  I saw Sheriff Brickle, who has no jurisdiction in the waters, I do have to say.  I saw him gazing into the ocean like he loved it beyond words.  Oh, I know love when I see it. Even though I am a Fishy Fish.

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But I also know that the Deputy Digby Pancake fellow wasn’t as keen on the ocean waves as his brother.  No, Digby was a land sort of fellow, born without sea legs and yearning for the call of the woods.

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I have never been to the woods, although I have heard tales about it.  I suppose if I ever see the woods, it will mean I am out of the ocean…so yeah.  I’ll stick to my path here.

You see, my name is Fishy Fish because I smell like a fish, because, well, I am a fish.  And when you are a fish that smells like a fish, you are what you were meant to be, and you are quite proud of it.  I am proud to say as well that I love my home of the ocean.  I never would want to go anywhere else.  Which is why I stay far away from those poles with lines and hooks on them.  Never have understood why persons want to take fish out of their homes when we are just trying to be happy too.

Some fish I heard have glass homes, and I have been told through generations of my family that they can’t swim very far in there.  Did you know that fish like to swim horizontally and not vertically? That’s why fish in those glass houses aren’t very happy either since they don’t have much room to swim.  And for them, their path is the same one over and over, unlike fishy fish like me who have the whole ocean available as our path.  And as I was contemplating this while looking at Sheriff Brickle on the shore, it occurred to me.  What did Brickle and Digby and their persons with legs think about their path?  Were they going to be happy in one glass house with the same paths over and over again?  Or did they need a bigger ocean?  I wondered.

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And as I heard them talking about packing up and leaving camp on Monday, I wondered where they were going.  And where their path was going to lead them.  To a glass house of sorts or a bigger ocean? And although I want to come along, my path is right here, in my ocean.  Maybe you have your ocean too.

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I will miss them every morning and every night as I have my dinner.  I will miss the smell of Deputy Digby who in fact, also smells like a fish.  But I know that their paths will lead to them where they are supposed to be.  For now.  And isn’t that what is important? The now is all we have.  Fish like me rely on how our water is now.  Right now.  If it is polluted, we can’t live.  If we don’t swim with the tides, we can’t live.  We have to go where it is healthy for us to go.  And you are no different, persons and dogs.  Go where you need to go for now.  And maybe one day, where you need to go will be here again.  If not, maybe I will see you on another shore.

-Fishy Fish

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Do You Remember When? We Used To Sing.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  If some days seem to go by in a blur, you are correct.

It has been said that time flies when you’re having fun.  Time also seems to go slower when you aren’t having fun or waiting for dinner.  But time seems to flash before your eyes when you meet the love of your morning, and you know that you only may have that morning to be together.  For the rest of your lives.

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It is not that often that I meet someone at the dog park that puts up with me.  Yes, I know this is shocking to no one, but I like to get attention by humping.  Maybe you are the same way, I don’t know.  But on Thursdays, it is more frowned upon than on Wednesdays.  And as I ran around the dog park while Sheriff Brickle pawtrolled everyone as usual, I knew it to be true.  I had met my match.

It was my match of love with brown eyes and a happy demeanor.  A girl that did not care about my antics, only that I was being myself.  And she let me be myself over and over and over again.

Sheriff Brickle was even so amused by our performance, that he let the commotion go.  He knew it.  It was meant to be.

Have you ever met someone in a moment and still think about them years later?  Perhaps it was someone that was nice to you at a store, or who helped you when you needed it.  Maybe it was someone who helped change your tire when you broke down, or gave you money for food when you could not afford it.  Maybe someone touched your life in an instant that you never were to see again.  But they left an impression on you.

Well, my friend definitely did that for me at the dog park.  I haven’t been feeling so good lately. And yet, she brought the puppy out in me again.  She didn’t know anything about me other than I was happy to see her and play with her and even have a drink with her.

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In fact, she really didn’t need to know anything else other than I enjoyed her company and that I loved her for her, as she loved me for me.

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So many times, persons think that everyone has to know everything about them in order to make a friend.  Sometimes, they aren’t even nice to people that they don’t view as friends, but strangers.  They think somehow that if they are just meeting in passing that niceness is not as important.  But shouldn’t that be even MORE important? If we only meet someone for a moment, don’t we want them to remember us fondly? Don’t we want to make an even nicer impact on their lives?

There are individuals we know our whole lives.  There are individuals we know for an hour that we may not even learn their name.  No, I did not know her name.  But even though we had to part ways, my love won’t stop growing in my sweet memories for her and her acceptance of me as I was.

So wherever you go this weekend, make it a point to make an impression.  No, not the Digby Pancake way because you would be arrested.

But try to make a good impression on someone that needs it.  That is how they will remember you for all of their days if you don’t meet again.  As long as the world goes by in a blur, make that blur one of singing, laughter and as much fun as a Thursday morning dog park romp with my brown eyed girl.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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