Baked Potato Or Dog?

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  It has been said that there is no smell like a wet dog.  Well, la de dah.  Laaadeeedahhh.


If you had been caught in a storm like we had yesterday in this Florida place, you would know that there was no choice other than to smell like a wet dog.  Unless you smelled like a baked potato.

Every day has its struggles. Every day has its challenges.  Sometimes, you can meet those challenges. Sometimes you totally rise to the occasion and end up the better for it.

But some days?  You at first try to meet the challenges.  You say that you don’t care about walking in the rain or in the wind.  And you figure that it can’t last too long.  But as the day goes on, whatever challenge it was that you thought you could face?  You get dern tired of trying.  You get dern tired of the rain.  And you end up getting all wet. And you get mad at the rain.

Yes. I am just going to say it. Sometimes, we can’t meet every day with a smile like Digby’s and beat the stuff that gets us down.  And we may choose to be positive and walk in the rain. But some days, it can be too much.  And that is when you come inside and you make a baked potato.  You bake that potato right up. So instead of being better, you get out the butter.

So that is what Girl Person decided to do. She said that as long as we were trapped like sardines in the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV and we were cold and wet, we would at least eat good.  And so she put some potatoes in our easy bake oven up in here. And in an hour, they were ready. But then, she forgot that she baked them, she kept trying to meet more challenges in the day, and we went for another walk.  In the rain.  Again. And I was quite irritated about it.  Again. But not as irritated as I was about to be.


You see, as we came back inside after Girl Person tried to clean us up for the millionth time, she smelled it.  Those forgotten baked potatoes.  And she thought we smelled like baked potatoes. And she said to us that we sure smelled bad when it rained.  She said we smelled so bad we almost smelled like an old baked potato. And then, she remembered her old baked potatoes in that easy bake oven that makes everything taste bad anyway.

She told us she was sorry, but that she supposed there were worse things to smell like.  And I agreed.  Like a wet person with mud and dog hair all over them.


And as we settled in, and listened to more rain falling, Girl Person cleaned herself up, put her attitude in check, and ate her potato.  She shared some with us, we all took a few minutes to appreciate that the earth was doing its thing, and we knew that the only challenge we had met that day was keeping our sanity and smelling bad.  Because if there was ever a contest about that, we would have won.  And I suppose that you have to appreciate that.


Some days, you just want to start over. And the good thing is, if we are able to, isn’t that a gift? If we were perfect every day, the perfect days wouldn’t be so special.  If there was only sunshiney, would we recognize how good it felt?


If there were only good times, the good times wouldn’t seem so special.  It’s about give and take, baked potatoes and dogs and rain.  What more do you need?

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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The Strangers

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Well, you know who you are. You know what you did this weekend. And you know why you will be arrested today,  Actually, you already have.  If you come clean, you may get a leaner sentence. Yes, I said leaner. Because I am lean.


When you are always on the job like I am, sometimes, you see so many persons doing things to get arrested, but you are only one Sheriff, and so you cannot do it alone. Having a Deputy Digby that is always happy, but not happy to work makes your job harder as well, because you have to arrest him, and that defeats the purpose.


So, this weekend at camp, I looked around. I saw everyone having fun. I saw all of the infractions being committed. It has been raining nonstop and has flooded everywhere at camp. I saw people leaving their soaked underwear on posts. I saw people using shovels to dig trenches to keep the water out of their campsite. I saw little persons going thru mud on purpose to splash everyone. And I saw Deputy Digby trying to run thru the mud on purpose. Arrested, arrested, arrested, arrested again. And again.  And arrested again. I was thrilled about it.


But all of this arresting got me tired. And that is when I heard the music.  Boom, boom, boom. People laughing. People having fun. People needing to be arrested. Since all of this arresting had made me exhausted, I thought that maybe. Just maybe. They would welcome some law enforcement into their party. But I quickly found out that I was not invited.  Me and Deputy? We were strangers.

Seems as if no one wants a Sheriff at their shindig. Even in the middle of a South Carolina, stormy and humid night. So me and the Deputy sat down. And well, since we were strangers, we might as well be creepy strangers, and just watch.

So, Girl Person let us sit there and be kinda creepy until it became obvious that we wanted some barbecue and we wanted to dance. She told us that no one asked us to join them, so we were going to continue to walk. I didn’t like it.  But I had no choice. I secretly thought, that since I was a creepy stranger, that I would find somewhere else to break up a party. Or just watch.

So we kept walking and we came upon a water park.  There was a pool and all kinds of slides and I thought that this was to be the party of the day! Certainly, they would let us in.  I mean, just because the sign said closed?  I can’t read anyway.


And I was the Sheriff. I should have had a key.  But nope.  No party here.  What kind of hours does this place keep, anyway?  Arrested.


So since that party would have been bad anyway without me there, I decided that yep. I needed some chips and some goodies and maybe an umbrella and maybe some necessities like a stick for roasting marshmallows. I figured in the camp store that certainly, I would be invited to this party with chips and an umbrella and a stick for roasting marshmallows.  As I got nearer to the door, I saw it.  “No pets.” Well, I am not a pet, I am a Sheriff and I have jurisdiction everywhere.  Girl Person said that she would get arrested if we went inside. So I thought. It would be much easier to creep here too.  Yep.  Gotta fight fire with fire when you can’t party with a marshmallow stick.


So we kept on going. Right back to our campsite. Sure, we met a few friends along the way. But no one invited us to any party. And I thought to myself. I could either feel sorry for myself.  Or I could get dressed up.  I could forget how bad Digby smelled.  And I could throw my own party.  Nope.  Not a pity party.  If I wanted to feel better, all I needed to do was get it together.  This was my life.

It is easy when the rain keeps pouring down in Charleston, South Carolina or any day in your life in general to let it get you down. You can think that everyone is having more fun than you. Although I am still wishing that someone would have at least gave me a piece of chicken.  But all of us have a choice.  If we want new friends, we have to work at making ourselves happier so that others want to be our friends.  If we want to party down, sometimes we have to throw our own parties and invite others.  It is not always easy to make new friends.  But it is a lot harder to be a stranger.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle


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