A friend shared the social media meme, “Man cannot live by bread alone. He must have peanut butter.” Have you checked out peanut butter in grocery stores of late? It seems peanut butter cannot live by peanut alone. The spread has a sweet tooth. Pulverized nuts are swirled with white, milk and dark chocolate, caramel, cookie crumbles, jelly, honey, dried fruits and marshmallow creme. When we give one of our dogs a pill, we make sure to hide it in a spoonful of peanut butter that actually contains peanut butter.

Sophie is happy with the new variety of peanut butter. Just as we humans face daily adventures on the road to employment, what with construction in the region, this aged pot-bellied pig is dealing with her own road blocks of late. We have new fencing. Sophie does not approve of the new fence and tells us so through word and deed. Instead of traversing a reroute to her own enclosure each evening, she rebels by holing up in the henhouse.

The chickens don’t mind the piggyback perch. The problem is that Sophie wakes up in the wee hours, when predators are still on the ground and in the air. She pushes the henhouse door wide open for them. So, it’s up to us two-leggers to push her down the path to her own pillow.

Last night, there was no pushing. Sophie whined, kicked and roared, dug in her hooves and refused to budge. Out came the peanut butter. The gummy stuff stuck to the roof of her mouth. She wouldn’t follow even one more spoonful a step further. Two swirls of hazelnut spread later and she was on the move.

Years ago, I read W.F. Harvey’s “August Heat” and the story is the first thing that comes to mind on the first day of this eighth month. The month purred into 2017 with a cool morning, so it’s not setting up with Harvey’s stifling atmosphere. We need all the calm, collected cool we can get. Just a spoonful of peanut-butter-plus may sweeten the journey. Sophie approves this message.