Love, Life and Puppy Dog Tales

In my life, because of Search and Rescue, I have proudly worked closely with Law Enforcement.  I was sworn  to serve and protect.  To defend the constitution of the United States.   I have worn a badge on my chest and carried a gun on my hip for more than a decade.  I have been a part of a department that has lost deputies to senseless violence. I have screamed at the news of their deaths, and mourned at their funerals.  I only have a tiny taste of what it's like to be a police officer or a deputy, but I have a mighty respect for the job that every officer does. And here's the thing.  They are your mother or father.  They are you brother or sister.  They are your son or daughter. They are your neighbor.  I am them.  They are me.  You are them.  They are you.  These men and women that don the uniform do it because they care.  They care about their mother and father.  They care about their sister and brother.  Their son and daughter.  Their neighbor.  Me. You

More.  Faster. More. Faster. That's the everyday background mantra.  Get more done.  Go faster.  If you go faster you will get more done.  Don't stop.  Can you do one more?   I get it.  I get the pace.  It makes sense for what we do.   It bleeds over into my every day life.  I woke up this morning and so many things rushed through my mind. So much that needs to get done.  Feed the herd.  Laundry.  Vacuuming. Poop scooping.  Dishes.  The list goes on.   And there was my ride to do. So much to do that I froze.  The animals almost didn't get fed because I had so much that needed to be done I couldn't do any of it.  (Don't worry, between Velcro the cat and Kaeden, no meal gets missed around here.) If I didn't ride, I'd have more time to do.... If I didn't ride. It would have been easy to not ride.  So much I wouldn't have to do - putting on the super rider suit is its own involved chore.   I wanted to ride. But. I needed to