Slow Dancin

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Can I have this dance? I need to warn you though. It’s going to be a slow one.

I’ve never been one to think about rushing. But I am one to think about dancing. But a fast dance definitely isn’t for me.

Neither is a crazy dance. That’s Girl Person’s department in crazy-town.

And Brickle’s idea of dancing is attacking me on the beach. And that’s not happening anytime soon while I’m recuperating.

it’s actually kind of nice to be able to rest and not have to have an excuse for it. But why do persons think that they need an excuse to rest?

Rest is something we all need in order to be our best. It’s my belief that because I rested so much ahead of time, that was part of why I was able to get better. Slowly but surely is better than fast to nowhere.

When you slow dance, you get to think a little. You get to enjoy a little. And a lot of a little adds up. To a lot. I could not have thought of that if I had been dancing fast.

We might be slow dancing for the next three weeks while we wait to take another ultrasound. I may be on about 20 pills a day. And I may have to go outside every five minutes. But Girl Person said she would slow dance with me forever if that’s what it takes. Because slow dancin is better than no dancin.

Now is the time to brush up on your skills. Can I have this dance?

Deputy Digby Pancake

Bigger Than The Ocean

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. I know that you know I love the beach. I love the ocean. I love it more than just about anything.

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I could sit for hours and hours looking and listening to the waves. And if I had my choice, I would choose the ocean any day, any hour, any minute. If I had a rose, I would give it a bouquet.

 

But as much as I love the ocean, looking at it without Digby Pancake there just doesn’t seem as fun. I never thought I would say this. But there is one thing bigger than the ocean and my love for the ocean. The love I have for my brother.

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And yesterday, it seemed like everything we had been thru the past week was getting to us all.  We had to wait for the vet person to call.  And the persons were all braced for the bad news, because that is what the doctors told us to do.  It was a very hard day.  Nothing seemed to feel real.  The world was in slow motion.  And yet, I knew.  I knew Digby could get better.  But no one knows how to speak bark.  And so I let them wait for their person call.

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Girl Person was told that Digby’s tests did not show signs of the very bad cancer monster nor the less bad cancer monster.  Yet, he had some sort of infection.  Is this 100% the answer? No, but it is the absolute best news we could have hoped for.  Now starts more medications for three weeks and Pet Releaf too.   Once that is over, Digby will get another ultrasound thing to see if the monsters, whoever they are, have shrunk.

This isn’t going to be easy.  But Digby says that he can do it.  And I believe him.  I also believe that all the love and support from everyone was bigger than any ocean.  Deeper than any ocean.

Who knows what tomorrow brings?

But for now, this day brings hope.  This day brings a sense of peace.  That although we almost didn’t make it…although Digby almost did not pull thru, he did.

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I am missing our long hikes together, but I have to admit.  I’ll walk around the block with Digby for the rest of my days over a day at the beach.

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle