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This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Oh, what a week! I say that every week…don’t I? Well, that is a good thing . Because a tired dog is a happy dog. And happy was running around our campsite this week a lot. We got to hike at many new places. We hope that you enjoyed seeing them.
I’m just a man, an average man
Doing everything the best I can
But if I could, I’d give the world to you
We got to sit by our ocean.
We were able to take some nice drives.
But the best part of our week? The elusive, mirror hogging friend, the Scarlet Pimpernel came back to stay for while.
Yes, our friend may be irritating, but you can’t help but get a little attached to his annoying ways. And you can’t help but stop and take notice of him despite how busy we are. Despite everything going on in our lives, looking for a house, and this Depression Monster. This little guy chases that all away.
Girl Person said that important people, animals and things in our lives are often the ones that make us stop and sit awhile. Their magic is so overwhelming that real life, hurried life, takes a second seat. And she said that this reminded her of her Pappy. Yes, I remember Pappy too.
You see, every day, when we would visit Pappy and Granny Person and Cuddles, Pappy would be sitting on the front porch with his glass of merlot and diet coke and peanuts. Every day he would say to Girl Person, “Why don’t you just sit for awhile?”.
I’m just a man, an average man
Doing everything the best I can
But if I could, I’d give the world to you
Many times, Girl Person would need to make dinner, make an important phone call, fold the laundry, or go get groceries. And many times, she would answer him, “I wish I could Pappy, I have stuff to do”. I was there. I remember too.
How is it that a little red bird made us remember to sit for awhile this week? Girl Person told Boy Person that she would give anything to have just one more afternoon with Pappy. And to sit there for awhile.
But then Boy Person told her that sitting again, just for an afternoon would mean saying goodbye again. Instead, he said that she should remember the times they did sit for awhile. The times they planted the orange trees. The times they had together feeding the cows, or just sharing a piece of warm, Wrigley’s Chewing Gum that had melted in his pocket from the Florida heat. He said that she had learned a lot in the past few years. That time spent with our dogs was important, that it was worth not having a successful job or a big house.
I’d like to someday be the owner of
The first house on the moon
There would be no neighbors
And no population boom
You might say that all I do
Is dream my life away
I guess it’s true
‘Cause I’m stone in love with you
That we could never get this time back. And that later on, they would have no regrets. The Guilt Monster is the worst. And this little red bird, the Scarlet Pimpernel reminded us that just sitting, just being is nothing to feel guilty about. Life is the little moments.
When you are stone in love, like the Scarlet Pimpernel is with himself, your love is solid, its not fleeting. It is there to stay. Don’t let the time with those that you have the chance to love now slip away. Don’t miss the little moments in life that make it worth living. Like the time it takes for you to gaze at my handsome. That is worth sitting here for hours.
Let the ones that you are stone in love with know… as loud as the little red bird chirps at himself in the mirror.
The Stylistics - I'm stone in Love with You (1972).mpg - YouTube
If you have to make changes, make them. Learn from the past, but live life now. You may have noticed we haven’t found a house yet.
If I could I’d like to be, a great big movie star
Overnight sensation, drive a big expensive car
I would buy you everything your little heart desires
These things I do, ’cause I’m stone in love with you
But instead of running around trying to make something happen that doesn’t feel right, we will just be. We will just sit for awhile if that is what it takes. And that is right for now.
This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Oh, sometimes, you are just so fortunate that you don’t know what in the world to do with yourself. You think to yourself..self…if I believed in luck, I would be the luckiest dude ever. I have my sunshiney, my beach, my hiking trails, my pancakes, my house on wheels. What could be better?
But if you were here with me
I’d feel so happy, I could cry
I was thinking all of this yesterday with a full belly and tired feet from hiking and seeing a bunch of new birds on the trails.
I was thinking how peaceful this day was. Oh, the peace of it. Just peacey peachy keen.
When we got home, I was there, enjoying my nap and thinking that maybe one day I would get up, or at least think about getting up. But I still had a few more hours until dinner. And so there was no rush. Until. Peck. Peck. Peck. Peck. It was him. The elusive Scarlet Pimpernel. He. Was. Back. Some guys just have all the luck.
Now. You may be thinking. Is this a real picture of the Scarlet Pimpernel? I mean, I can understand why you would ask that. But you have to remember. We are law enforcement. Sometimes, when a criminal eludes your arrest, well, you only have a composite sketch to go on. And this time, upon his return, the Scarlet Pimpernel decided that he did not want photos. Every time he flew into the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV, he did it with a vengeance, and flew away just as fast. He pecked the mirrors with more force than when I throw myself down on a pile of manure. Why did I say manure and not poop? With a criminal like the Scarlet Pimpernel, I have to be a little fancier. I am on this. All we could get for evidence was one…little…video.
You may also wonder. Is this the same bird? What a question for a Deputy. I was born with an unending appetite and a talent for harassing the Sheriff. I also know the Scarlet Pimpernel when I see the Scarlet Pimpernel. He is annoying. He is red. He doesn’t seem to care for bird seed. He doesn’t seem to care for Big Blue Treat Wagon RV’s. And he likes to look at himself. A lot. So for us to be graced with his presence, yet again, we are just so luuuucky.
Rod Stewart - Some Guys Have All The Luck 1984 ( Rare Video ) - YouTube
But, truth be told, and I always tell the truth unless you ask me if I just had dinner…we missed the little red bird. I actually missed him making my job easier. I don’t have to irritate the Sheriff as much, because the Scarlet Pimpernel is so good at it.
And if I complain today, well, I might as well be complaining for the next two weeks…because that is how long we are going to be in his campsite.
Some guys have all the luck
Some guys have all the pain
Some guys get all the breaks
Some guys do nothing but complain
But I also have to wonder as law enforcement…is the Scarlet Pimpernel spying on us? Is he gathering secret information? I believe that in fact…this may be the case.
The Scarlet Pimpernel clip - YouTube
So stay tuned. The Scarlet Pimpernel may just have something up his feather, but my pancake butt can come up with something too. We knew that this wouldn’t be the last of the Scarlet Pimpernel. Some may call it coincidence. Some may call it luck. But I just call it…the return of the Scarlet Pimpernel. It has only begun.
This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. I think that I have pretty much saw just about everything at this point in my seven plus years…eight in April. I have been across the country more times than I have paws. I’ve met Bobs. And Lucilles. I’ve met Lauras and Rosies. I’ve met Annes and Chucks. I’ve met them all. Randys and Mandys.
Morning, just another day
Happy people pass my way
Looking in their eyes
I see a memory
I never realized
How happy you made me, oh Mandy
PAQUIVER -BARRY MANILOW /Mandy -live - YouTube
Most of the persons I have met on my journeys and most specifically, my walks, have been pleasant. Most admire my brindle beauty. Often, I get a “what kind of dog is that?” or even a run from the law. Because I am Sheriff, I expect that. I welcome that. I have to be feared to a point. I walk on my terms. I write the verses of my life, and exude what I wish. Take me or leave me. But just don’t try to walk me, apparently,
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
Barry Manilow - I Write The Songs - YouTube
Yesterday, as Girl Person was walking Deputy Digby and I around the campground, she realized that she looked cuckoo. She was trying to keep Digby from walking into cars. She was trying to keep me from knocking kids off bicycles. Did I say that out loud? No, but I typed it out loud. She was trying to pull old chicken wings and hamburger buns out of Digby’s mouth. Then, when we got to the beach, she was pulling me away from jellyfish. I was only trying to save them from drowning. She was trying to keep us from drinking salt water. And all the while, she was trying to keep herself from drinking wine before she walked us every night.
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
Now she’s lost her mind
COPACABANA-BARRY MANILOW LIVE HD - YouTube
By the time we started making our way back to the Big Blue Treat Wagon, she was done. Done with our walk.
Looks Like We Made IT...Live 2016 Barry Manilow! - YouTube
But we weren’t done with our walk. I still had a little energy to chase some more kids and Deputy Digby was still hungry. He is always hungry. But then, here came some more persons trying to get far away from our antics on the other side of the road. At this point, Girl Person has just learned to not speak when she is tired for fear of being more cuckoo. But the other person just said to her, “looks like you have your hands full”. Oh. We have never heard that before. But seriously. What is Girl Person’s hands full of? I just. Don’t. Get. It.
As I said earlier, I have seen alot. Saw a lot. Even met a few grammar police who are out there and who are policing this sentence because I seriously have no idea what is correct. But what I have never seen or saw is what people see Girl Person carrying all the time when they are walking us. What are her hands full of? For real.
If there is something that I cannot see, I implore you to tell me about it. If it is cookies her hands are full of, that explains why she can’t keep control of Deputy Digby and I. If it is pancakes she is carrying, that makes more sense because her hands would be sticky from the maple syrup which explains why she is always holding the leashes so tightly.
All I know is that she is always very tired from having her hands so full by the time she is done with our walk every night. In my opinion, I seriously think that she needs to not carry all of whatever it is in her hands that are making them so full. Perhaps she should kind of concentrate on walking us? Seriously.
Girl Person says that sometimes, our walks make her long for a break. Oh, to some tropical island where she could relax. But then she thinks. What in the world would she do with her hands? What would happen if they weren’t so full? Her life wouldn’t be so full.
And now you know I can’t smile without you
I can’t smile without you
Barry Manilow - Can't Smile Without You (Live at Nobel Peace Prize Concert 2010) - YouTube
Girl Person says we can make a choice. We can choose to carry with us bad things, bad memories. Or we can keep our hands full of thoughts that are happy and positive. For her and her Depression Monster that tries to keep her hands full of self doubt and worry, she needs me and Deputy Digby to fill it with something else. We try our best. And if we have to work hard at keeping her hands full even more…we will do it.
Life is meant to be interesting. To be lived. Let’s do it and live it to the full!
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle
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This is Deputy Digby Pancake. I learn something new about myself pretty much every day. I learn that there are new foods..everyday, to be discovered. New foods to learn from. New foods to find. New foods to roll in that persons may not consider foods. And yesterday, I learned about yet another culinary delight. Pretzels. Oh, pretzels.
You see, camp was so crowded this weekend that no one even noticed my howling. No one even cared, because there were so many persons running around person howling and the such. I howled as loud as I could, but no one even looked towards this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV. Sheriff Brickle was super irritated at all of the commotion and his lack of leniency, for arresting little persons, was out of control. Guess no one taught these little persons the best way to talk to a dog, or pet a dog. And I guess they really did not realize the Sheriff’s attitude. It wasn’t a good combination like pepperoni, peanut butter and pancake pizza is.
Girl Person decided that the best plan of action for all of us after the millionth little person ran thru our campsite, was to keep the Sheriff indoors for a little while.
Now, I am a little different than the Sheriff. I find it quite interesting to talk to little persons. Why? Because there is always…always a chance that they are going to have food in their pockets, food in their mouths, food on themselves. And if they have it, I will find it.
So when two little girls on pretty pink bicycles rode up to me, I was ready. Ready with my appetite and ready with my begging eyes.
Baby, baby twist
Oh yeah, just like this
Come on little miss and do the twist
They asked Girl Person if they could pet me because I was really cute. Now, Sheriff Brickle was looking at me from inside, all mad about it and ready to arrest me. To say he was trying to arrest all of us was an understatement.
My daddy is sleepin’
And mama ain’t around
Yeah, daddy just sleepin’
And mama ain’t around
We’re gonna twisty twisty twisty
Till we tear the house down
Girl Person told them that yes, they could pet me gently. I was enjoying the moment, as I always do enjoy every moment. But.
Then I smelled it. Oh yes, a smell of twisty goodness called a pretzel.
Chubby Checker-The Twist - YouTube
Now, I am not sure who came up with this pretzel idea. But I say it is pretty genius. Crunchy and a little sweet. I am also not sure why these little girls on pretty pink bicycles were not willing to share with me as they so sneakily tried to hide their crinkly bag from me and salty fingers. I knew that in order to get these pretzels, I was going to have to be sneakily cute and sly and twist around to distract them.
They seemed to think that a dog named Digby Pancake should not share their pretzels. And then, one of the little persons told Girl Person that instead of my name being Digby Pancake…well…it should be Digby Pretzel. And that my friends gave me an idea. I could change my name for any occasion. As a Deputy, I should also be called a Detective, because I figured out a new plan.
Anytime I met someone new, and they had food like these little persons, I would change my last name to whatever the food was. Yes, yes, this was just genius! Almost as genius as whoever came up with the pretzel. You have pizza? Whatdayaknow? My last name is Pizza! You have pancakes? Duh. That’s my last name too. You have cookies? Digby Cookies is my name. Not Cookie. I need more than one. You have a salad with extra pickles? Sorry, that used to be my last name, Digby Salad With Extra Pickles, but I changed it last week to Pancake Pizza, so try and go buy some of that.
I can twist it up just like my pretzel loving little person friends. As they walked away, I looked at Girl Person who was feeling sorry for Sheriff Brickle inside. She decided that instead of sitting around, she would take us to the beach where we could get a little peace.
You see, I had plenty of energy after twisting the little persons around with my pretzel stealing antics. And since I am craving barbecue for dinner, well, they won’t be able to find me. Because now, my name is Digby Barbecue and not Pretzel. Even Sheriff Brickle’s arrest report is now invalid.
They don’t call me smart for nothin. Actually, no one calls me smart, but that’s ok. Because smart doesn’t pay the bills. Actually, who pays the bills? I don’t know the answer to everything, but I know I am hungry. And now, I will be signing off. Question is. How do I sign it? Do you have a menu, by chance?
That’s all now
Yeah, twist all night
(‘Round and ’round and ’round)
-Deputy Digby Pretzel Pancake Pizza Not Salad Barbecue
This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. I know that you probably can’t tell this. But the beach…well…its my happy place. I pretty much get so happy on the sand, and near the water that I nearly fall asleep instantly. Especially every evening when I find the sandcastle that I built.
When we first got here to this Jacksonville, Florida place, I found it. A perfect place for Girl Person to sit down on a piece of driftwood, in front of a sand dune for Digby to pee on, and for me, I decided to build a little pillow and sandcastle to sit on every night. And even with all the storms we have had, the rain, the wind and the tides, my little sandcastle remains.
You may wonder how I could be so attached to a castle that isn’t even mine, really. You may think that I don’t own this beach or the sand on it. And I thought about that a little too at first. I mean, should I get so attached to a place that we didn’t own and that we were only camping at? I mean, this wasn’t truly our home. We didn’t pay for it. But one night, Girl Person told me that it was ok. She is always trying to build me up like that sandcastle…higher and higher.
The Foundations - Build me up - YouTube
She said that on this earth, none of us really and truly own anything. She said even persons with all the money in the world, with big houses and mansions don’t own where they live. Truly. She said that they don’t own where they live any more than I own my sandcastle. She said that the earth is owned by no one. She said that it is here for us to enjoy and take care of. But saying that we own some of it is simply not true.
You see, when we think that we own something just because we shuffled around paper money and signed more papers to shuffle around with our signature that says it is ours, sometimes we may think that we can do anything we want with it. It seems less valuable. For now, the beach, the ocean and my sandcastle is enjoyable whether a piece of paper says we own it or not. And that was a hard lesson to learn. You see, life is made of experiences. Not pieces of signed papers.
Our experiences can either build us up like a sandcastle, or bring us down. Fighting to be in a cycle to keep up with everyone else can rob us of joy and seeing what is really out there to enjoy. Living within our means is difficult sometimes. Because even I will admit that I would like more peanut butter cookies some days. But the days I do have them make them more special. And although we haven’t found somewhere that we can afford and that feels like home yet, we are learning that constantly being in a search for something else makes us forget what is right in front of us.
So for now sandcastle, you sure feel like home to me. In my heart, this is where I want to be. For today. No one can tell me my heart doesn’t own this beach. No one can tell me my heart doesn’t own my ocean. And no one can tell me that heart doesn’t live here. Where does your heart own? Go there today. Own it.
As we walked out to the beach this weekend, we had one more reminder about life from a dog named Jack that we never met. And if Jack could be here now, I would tell him that I am enjoying the beach and the sand and the balls that he did. And that his love for this place will live on in us until we pass it on as well. He loved this place. And I bet he had his own sandcastle too.
Remember that life is more than papers. There are so many beautiful, wonderful things meant to build us up. If you can today..throw a ball in remembrance of Jack. Live your life as much as Jack loved his tennis balls. Build yourself up and build others up as high as you can. Your life is yours. You don’t need to sign your life away to live it. Make the best sandcastle you have ever seen. But not my sandcastle. This one is taken.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle
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It was all over the news this week. Yet another set of dog food recalls.
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In 2009, we adopted Peanut Butter Brickle. The day after he arrived to our home, I was on a mission to make him the happiest dog ever. But Brickle’s constant battle with digestive issues had me perplexed. He also had ear infections, dry skin, and lack of appetite. But I took this as just being a normal dog. He wasn’t sick all of the time, and I took him to the vet, but I was still perplexed. What was I doing wrong?
Fast forward to 2012, and Brickle’s stomach issues were getting worse. Vet appointments were made more often for little things like skin infections, colds and lethargy. But then his increasing bouts of digestive issues were enough to make me panic because they were showing up more and more often. How sick was he? After ruling out major health concerns and illnesses, it became apparent that what I was feeding him was the culprit. Why hadn’t I thought of this? On the advice of many different vets and professionals, I was on a quest to find the perfect dog food. What would be the cure all to his stomach problems? What would be the cost?
I was a banking professional and not home for many hours during the day. At this time, we had also adopted a second dog named Digby Pancake, and his ear infections were also a battle. My husband and I took turns calling in sick to stay home with them when they had a flare up. And one night, as I poured another cup of dog food in their bowls, I had one of those moments. What was I doing? Obviously, this was not working. This dog food thing.
I have always been a creative person, thinking outside of the box. But dog food was something I hadn’t given much thought to. I mean, it was dog food. Didn’t my dogs have to have dog food to LIVE? And then I took it a step further. People were telling me that these little pellets had all of the nutrition that it took for my dog to function, to be healthy. Oh, so healthy. The bags promised me healthy skin, and coats and teeth. But this was not happening. And then I just kept thinking, because you know, I was on a roll. What was the supposed, required nutrition it would take to keep me a healthy human? Why wasn’t there like, a person food or something? How was I to know what I needed to survive? How was it possible that I could think for myself and eat real food? Uh, because this was nonsense. And even if there was a magic person food, would I even want to eat it every day? What in the world was I doing to my dogs? And what did dogs eat before dog food? Now that I was thinking, I couldn’t go back. I did a quick search online for soup. Soup for dogs. Because they weren’t feeling good, and when I wasn’t feeling good, I wanted soup. They were going to have soup for dinner.
And that was it. At this point, our Facebook page was growing, and I reached out to our fans. Would they want the recipe for this soup? How about it? It went over great! It was around this time that I lost my corporate job. For the third time. I was done, and I had an idea. I could do this for a living. I could change how people thought about dog food and the way that they were feeding their dogs. I started my own company called Your Dog’s Diner and I made it my mission to change the world..or at least get people to throw away their dog food by offering them mixes like Mutt Meatballs, Mutt Soup, Kibble Mixes and even Mutt Pancakes.
Your Dog's Diner and 2 Traveling Dogs Cooking For Your Dog! www.yourdogsdiner.com - YouTube
I spent thousands of dollars I didn’t have attending trade shows, appearing in subscription boxes, and pretty much went crazy. I worked the hardest I ever have. There were sleepless nights that turned into days and more days. But I kept going. Because I knew that if people knew about my new concept of cooking for their dogs, and feeding them real food, that they would change their dogs’ lives and help them live longer.
They say that when you start a new business, it takes years to take off. I refused to give up on my values, and even though price was an issue in using organic ingredients, I truly could not compromise on what I knew was right. As you can imagine, Brickle and Digby’s health had improved. And the more research I did on feeding our dogs, the more I came to realize that there was no magic formula. My mixes simply offered people a more convenient alternative to their busy lifestyle, but still allowed them to feed their dogs real food. And then, after yet another meeting with a big company interested in our line, another turn down, and after yet another trade show, speaking with representatives that didn’t even have dogs in their lives, I had another moment. This was business. These weren’t people interested in me or you. No matter how I was trying to spin it in my mind, it came down to a few things on why my mixes weren’t taking off the way I wanted them to.
First off, some people simply didn’t care what they were feeding their dogs. Their dogs were second or third priority. And dog food for these consumers was always going to be there and they were always going to buy it. Then, there were dog parents who truly could not afford my mixes. Dog food was cheaper. Enough said. And I understood that. But third, and most frustrating for me was the fact that no one was thinking for themselves! Why were they listening to dog food companies trying to sell them their product? Did they not realize that vets received compensation for selling specific brands? How in the world could I alter this industry? I was one person with one supportive husband and two rescue dogs. The sales weren’t enough to keep fighting. I had to change directions. And then. I had another idea.
If I worked at SHOWING people how they could feed their dogs real food by being an example, and give them the information that they needed in order to start, this was my best way to begin a change. So I made a decision. If I wanted to truly improve our dogs’ lives and change the industry, this was how to start. Not by selling it. But by living it. And I will continue to do this until there is a place for our products again. And I won’t stop until that time.
So many times, I am asked for a one fail proof dog food recipe. I don’t have it. Why? If I had that, it would again be telling you that you can’t think for yourself, that all dogs are the same. Depending on my dogs’ moods and health day by day, I use some raw ingredients, some cooked ingredients, and some supplements. That isn’t very specific though, is it? That, I believe is the beauty in a lightbulb moment. I had to use common sense, I found out. And after throwing away that dog food bag, they are thriving after 6 years. Not just living. Thriving.
BUT if you want to start on the real food path I have some suggestions because everyone needs somewhere to start. And since I was in the industry, here is my disclaimer, y’all. I am not a veterinarian. I am not a nutritionist. But Dr. Karen Becker really is my “go to”. I feel that she, as a holistic vet, has a different approach to how we feed our dogs. Do I follow every recipe and article she has? No, but I found her information to be a great reference and starting point for my own journey. And here is a recipe that I think will start you on your way.
Homemade Dog Food Recipe - YouTube
So many of you have asked what my basic, go to recipe is for Brickle and Digby. I will give that to you as well. We are all busy, but that doesn’t mean you can’t cook up a great dinner for your dog. We use this recipe for our boys and make a couple batches a week. This makes a whole pot of deliciousness. Check with your veterinarian for specific caloric needs and diet advice.
3 pounds ground turkey or other lean meat of your choice
2 cups kale
2 cups organic brown rice
1 chopped organic red pepper
1/2 cup chopped organic broccoli
3 ground whole eggshells for calcium
2 tablespoons organic coconut oil
5 cups water or unsalted broth
Mix all ingredients together and bring to low boil. Cook until water is absorbed and meat is fully cooked. Let cool completely. Never serve your dog hot food.
Will last for 3 days in the refrigerator or frozen for up to two months.
We also feed them a raw diet as well on alternate days, substituting the cooked meat for 4 whole, raw, organic chicken wings. Yes. With the bones. What supplements do we add? Milk thistle, turmeric and hemp oil. Then, once a week, we substitute the meat with sardines. And yep. Some days we forget what day it is and that works too.
I didn’t write this article to start a debate on why you think your dog food is the best, or the pros and cons of raw or cooked food...
This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Some days I wake up and I think that I have too much on my plate. You know, like a lot to do. No, no, there are never enough pancakes on my plate. Why would you seriously think that? But yes. Some days, even I think that I cannot get done all that I have to do! And it makes me tired just thinking about it.
Yesterday, we got up, took our walk, and after Girl Person made us our eggies, she said that we had to do some work like make videos and see what animals needed help that day. Then, she said that after we were done with that, we were going to go hiking in a new place called Little Talbot Island here in this Florida place.
Firsthand Florida Fun: Little Talbot Island State Park - YouTube
I am all for a new hike. And in my opinion, a new hike means new opportunities to find new things to roll in. New dead things to try and eat. New poop to try and step in and roll in, and grab up for later. And new opportunities to make the persons think that they are going to go insane. But when your name is Digby…Deputy Digby Pancake, and your reputation proceeds you, you have to work. You have to hustle.
Van McCoy the hustle 1979 - YouTube
You see, other persons on the trail may wonder what we are doing. Why do I throw myself in the middle of the trail and roll around, they may wonder. What am I doing in the bushes with old chicken bones in my mouth? Why is Sheriff Brickle trying to grab my collar and yank me away from those fiddler crabs playing a tune? Because I want to eat them? I never said that. But I hate fiddlin’ tunes for the record. Don’t play it.
Dog plays fiddle - YouTube
I actually prefer banjos.
Cute Dogs Play Banjos - YouTube
But what the persons who are gawking at us while I am trying to work don’t realize is that I have to hustle. I have to give the persons something to do. It wasn’t like I was trying to ruin their day by stuffing a week old, dead, rotting, slimy, stretchy fish in my mouth.
If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that I hit the jackpot. But I guess I hit the panic button on the persons. As Boy Person was trying to take yet another picture of us on a hill of sand, I seized the opportunity. You would think that he would have tried to get it out, but instead, he tried to make me open my mouth while yelling at Girl Person to yank it out. Now. Girl Person can scream, I will tell you that. But she can also scream while throwing up. And that my friends is a talent that even a hustler like me can’t readily accomplish.
Boy, you turn me
And round and round
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She kept pulling on the fish and pulling on the fish. I just held on tighter which made the fish stretch even more. And then with the snap of all snaps, it flung out of my mouth and right on Girl Person’s foot. As I tried to hustle yet again and come back for round two, Girl Person kicked it down the hill, and Sheriff Brickle was done. Done with it all. I. Was. Arrested. I looked at the horizon, realizing that my work was in vain for the whole afternoon. Oh fish of all smelly fish. I will keep hustling and find you one day. One day.
I was right when I woke up yesterday. I had a lot on my plate, but a rotting fish would have fit on it perfectly. So today, as I contemplate how I can work my way up this corpawrate ladder next week, I will get my plan of action started. You think that the persons probably won’t take me back to this location, I assume. Well, a hustler can persuade. A hustler can hustle. My middle name may be Pancake. But my last name should be Hustler. I actually don’t even know what my last name is. I thought it was Why because all I ever hear is “Why Digby, Why”? Why? I so I will tell you why. Because my job is to remind you that when bad things are going on in the world, there are little things that happen every day that are pretty funny, pretty interesting. The bad will never, ever outweigh the good. Even the persons admitted that the fish incident didn’t make them forget about all the pretty birds we saw.
Or the trees.
Or the ocean.
If you think that this world only has smelly, stretchy fish to offer, you are wrong, my friends. Don’t let the few bad things that happen make you forget about the good. If I have to hustle every day to remind you of that, by golly I will. If I need to do roll in something I will. If I need to eat something disgusting, I will. If I need to shake my booty? I will! But I might charge you a fish to watch.
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Tomorrow, we have to change campsites and head to Georgia for the weekend. But on Monday, we will be right back here near Jacksonville for two more weeks. As we keep looking for house or land, we will also be making some other plans! Stay tuned!
This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Oh, what a week. Rain, rain and more rain. It was enough rain to make me smell like a dog. And not a regular dog, but a wet Deputy Digby dog and that my friends is a very. Smelly. Dog. Finally, we heard that the sun is going to come out today. We thought that it would come out yesterday, but at least the rain stopped enough for us to try and get cleaned up a bit.
But as we were thinking about how hard the past few days had been, Girl Person looked at us yesterday on our hike. All wet. Stinky. And she noticed the way we were standing. Did she look like that too? What were we defending ourselves from? Why was our guard up as far as my foxhound tail?
You see, she realized that her feelings of worrying about the rain and if more was coming was making her forget about the fact that it wasn’t raining. At that particular moment. There we were, enjoying a walk without being poured on. And yet, she was worried about five minutes from now. And the next day. And this. Was. Arrestable. The Sheriff pulled out the report. It. Was. Written.
As Deputy Digby, it is a rare occasion that I bring out the worry. If I don’t see my dinner exactly on time…worry. But that’s about it.
Doesn’t take much to make me happy
And make me smile with glee
Never never will I feel discouraged
‘Cause our love’s no mystery
And part of my job is to make the persons realize what is important by just being me, which is all that I can do anyway. So as I peed on yet another tree and found an old chicken wing, Girl Person simply looked at me and said that she would try. She would try today. She got what I was saying. And she said that she would even try the next day after that. Here she was, not being her best because she was worried about the next moment of rain. And not enjoying what was there right now.
Flowing in and out of changes
The kind that come around each day
My life has a better meaning
Love has kissed me in a beautiful way
You see, the best of our love will never be known if we don’t recognize our best. Being our best doesn’t mean the perfect job, or the perfect house. Being our best doesn’t mean that new car or even a new pile of pancakes. Sometimes, we have in our minds what we want to attain, and we think we can’t, and won’t be happy until whatever that is happens. But being our best means showing our best in every situation, showing others what we truly are. Because you are the only you. And the best you.
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Life cannot be lived in the past. We left it there for a reason. And even though we may have made mistakes, like that time I missed the coyote poop under that tree stump and was not able to roll on it in time, we can only do our best in this moment. Will rain come again? It probably will. But if it isn’t raining now, appreciate that. Even if it is a little foggy. Even if it is a little dreary. Because you can be your best in that too. It is just a different kind of best when you show what you are made of.
No, the day wasn’t perfect yesterday. The sun did not come out. But the rain never came either. We may not have a home yet or land. And so our sun isn’t as bright as we would like it to be. However, where we are now is pretty good too. So we aim to show our best, to give the best of our love to each other, the world. If we show our best and be our best, the best thing for us will happen. That forecast is guaranteed.
Demonstrating love and affection
That you give so openly yeah
I like the way you make me feel about you baby
Want the whole wide world to see
-Deputy Digby Pancake
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This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Oh, red bird. Yesterday, we had to say goodbye. I know that we were having a sort of competition for mirror time. And I know that you probably think that because we left the campsite that you won. But alas, guess who still has all the mirrors that you were attacking? Me, red bird. Me.
But as we have been sitting over here a few campsites down from apparently yours…well…it seems that I will have to admit something. We are missing your antics just a little bit.
You see, campsite #132 is not the same as campsite #167. It has no red bird. It has no Scarlet Pimpernel to fly into our windows and mirrors all day.
When I think about the way the world must turn
I get the saddest thoughts for you and me
Memories of life and times go on and on
Ooh, Ive tried hard to forget it
But of lord my mind won’t let it
In fact, it is quite boring over here. You can only listen to Digby sounds for a little while before you go insane. I don’t need to elaborate. I just gotta stop. I just wanna stop on that one.
Ooo, Ive tried so hard to take it
But oh lord my heart won’t make it
But I also just gotta stop thinking about you. Because if our time as friends was that short, it would be a tragedy. Friends? I think of you as a friend? Well, listen. You made me realize how important looking at myself was. You also made me realize that I still had competition out there, when in fact I had let my guard down on that one.
I have come to realize in life that the best friends we have aren’t necessarily the ones we even like the most. Sometimes, the best friends we have irritate us to the point of trying to block them out with tape on mirrors and plastic bags on windows. But real friends don’t give up on us when they know that we need them. Like you. But Scarlet Pimpernel? You are making me too emotional. And I just wanna stop. I just gotta stop.
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Sometimes, the best friends we have make us better whether we realize it or not. And even though we may never cross paths again, I will always consider you one of my friends in this life.
You even reminded us of our family and friends who have been so supportive of us on our trip and our life changes. They haven’t been pecking at our windows and mirrors, but they never gave up on us. Even when we were depressed, broke down or when we thought we couldn’t finish our Adventure Of A Lifetime. They told us we could. And we did.
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You see little red bird, there were times we wanted to stop. And family and friends helped us not too. Apparently, you were never going to stop pecking the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV. And we thank you for not stopping. But we had to move so that you could take care of your family. And mirrors. Did I mention that I need all the mirrors?
You see, friends aren’t always the same. Sometimes, they are quite different. Like you and me. I have a feeling that one day, our paths just may cross again. But until then, I won’t be able to help looking for you. I just wanna stop. I just gotta stop. But I need a few days.
Memories of life and times go on and on
Take care of yourself, little red bird. Take care of your family. You were a good friend to us and taught us something when we needed to see it. But I need to see myself too. I have all the mirrors now.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle
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