The Shopping Cart

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  There are things in your day that you do all of the time.  Those things are as routine as how long I look at myself in the mirror.  I never break that routine.


And as much as dogs like to have a routine to feel useful and happy, some persons need that too.  They get up, they go to work, they make dinner, they get gas in their cars, they pay their bills, they work, work, work.  And another thing that they do? They go to a store that they call a grocery store. And they don’t even think about what they are doing.

First of all, I am not too fond of the grocery store. Because that is about the only time that Girl Person leaves Deputy Digby and I during the week.  She says that if we went with her, we would put things in her cart like peanut butter cookies, peanut butter, and more peanut butter.  I would buy everything made with that magical mixture.

Needless to say, there would be no pancake mixes or maple syrup left for anyone if Deputy Digby Pancake went shopping.  As well, everything on the bottom two shelves in the whole store would remember that he was there.  Anyway.

The only thing I like when Girl Person goes to the grocery store is when she comes back from the grocery store.  It’s like she is the best food hunter ever.  She comes back with all of these bags of food and stuff to cook for us during the week.

This week, she had a story for us, she said.  No, it wasn’t a story about peanut butter.No, it wasn’t a story about peanut butter cookies. Or anything made with peanut butter, which everything should be made with peanut butter.

No, it wasn’t a story about Deputy Digby making his rounds in the grocery store. No, it was the story of the shopping cart.

Girl Person was tired.  She wasn’t feeling good.  And really, she said that the grocery store was a bit overwhelming to her that day.  She had a lot of work to do, but she knew that they were out of wine.  Yes, I said it. They were out of wine.

So. She had to go to the grocery store.  But she wasn’t happy about it.  And so, as she walked up to the door, she took notice of all of the other people walking in too.  They were in a hurry.  They were rushing to the door.  And she just didn’t have the energy. She wasn’t in the greatest of moods.  But as she went to pull out one of those carts that persons put everything in at the store like a kangaroo pouch, she noticed an older lady person that also needed a cart.  Girl Person said that it was one of those times where you think many things at once. She said she was thinking she should hurry, that she had work to do. She said she was trying to think of how much money she should spend.  She said that she was worrying about us, and if we were missing her too much.  But she pushed all of those things aside to just hand the older lady person a cart instead of getting her own first.

Now, this was not a big thing to do.  It was smaller than a small thing to do. But Girl Person said it was the proper and the right and the kind thing to do.  But the older lady person didn’t know what she was doing. And instead? She thought Girl Person was trying to hit her with a cart.

At first, Girl Person didn’t know if she should still give her the cart after seeing her face.  She didn’t seem too happy to be handed a cart. But Girl Person decided to smile and tell her that the cart was for her. The older lady person’s frown turned to surprise, and then turned to butter.  Peanut butter.  She said thank you so very much and seemed genuinely…happy.

But what Girl Person took from her was not the shopping cart back.  No, no.  She took that in our world, sometimes, it is not just the fact that an act of kindness is rare.  It’s the sad fact that sometimes, persons don’t recognize an act of kindness.  Has our world become so busy and self serving that simple acts of kindness, that should be common, are now, not even recognized at all?


No matter what, Girl Person said that she would do it again.  Because even if no one sees the little things we do to be better to others, to show kindness, to be human (not as good as a dog), it still matters.  We know, we each know in our hearts, that it is always better to be kind. Even if no one notices.

And then, when we do the small things that matter, we will recognize when others show kindness to us too.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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The Little Rotten Pumpkin

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  I heard someone say one time that when it’s pumpkin season, all is gourd. Actually, I have never heard that.  But I’m clever like that.


Persons seem to think that there are appropriate seasons for things.  Like, only in the spring can you wear white or whatever.  Only in the winter can you sport those boots.  Only in the Fall can you like pumpkins.  Or pumpkin pie. And then, that’s that.

I agree. There are seasons.  Obviously.  But why do persons think less of something when its season has past?  Meet the little rotten pumpkin.  We’ve been carrying her since North Carolina.  When she was in her season.


We got busy.  We thought that we could use her for a little pie later.  And then later and later it became.  The weather started to change.  We broke down. Digby Pancake hurt his foot.  And it seemed that there was no time to bake a pumpkin pie.

So we didn’t bake that pumpkin pie.  And yesterday, well, as it sat out on the picnic table, Girl Person remarked that she wished she would have used that little pumpkin.  Now it was rotten.  It was just sitting there.


And I thought, well, I would have liked a pumpkin pie.  Sure.  Sure, I would have.  Digby would have liked some pumpkin pancakes.  And now the little pumpkin could not be used for that.  No.  It could not.

But then I thought about it.  Sure, it wasn’t used in the season everyone thought it should be used in.  But it still had brought enjoyment.  It still went with us when we traveled and we could look at it on our dashboard.  It sat on the kitchen counter with all the other fruit to be looked at.  And it even got to sit outside on the picnic table for a few weeks as others campers got to enjoy its beauty too.  It’s season may have passed.  But it was still useful afterwards.  In fact, I think the little rotten pumpkin had the time of its life. Even if no one else recognized it.

So little rotten pumpkin?  We may have to say goodbye, but your time here was not wasted.  You see, not every pumpkin was born to be a pie.  Even though persons may tell you that.  If you waste your whole life trying to be something or do something you don’t want to do, that is when time is wasted. Be who you are and use your worth.  You have it, in whatever season of life that you are in.

Goodbye little rotten pumpkin. Your beauty was out of this world.

I will always appreciate when you were here. Although we have to say goodbye, it will always be pumpkin season in my heart.


-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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