Pickin’ And Grinnin’

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. This week has been one for the history books, and not just because we were camped at Fort Pickens near Pensacola Beach, Florida.

However, I would like to leave this week in the history books too. But, we made it thru, and as usual, we learned something from all the twists and turns. I am also sure we will learn more next week with more twists and turns. Am I being negative? Nah, just realistic. That’s what I do. If you don’t like it, well, then You. Are. Arrested.

Deputy Digby? He didn’t worry a lot this week, but he did a pretty good job at what he does, and that is being Digby. Digby. Don’t. Care.

Since we were at Fort Pickens here in this Florida place, he took it literally and made a decision yesterday. He said that as long as everyone else was worrying about the RV, and the Jeep, and Boy Person’s frost bitten nose, he would just handle the pickin’ and a grinnin’ at Fort Pickens.

Instead of contemplation and philosophizing, he takes the route of seeing things for what they are.  I kind of saw this week as a bad one.  But for Deputy Digby, he said that because Boy Person wasn’t feeling good, he just got to be with him more. And that was all he saw.  Not Boy Person’s big, frost bite nose. I saw his nose. Just sayin’.


When bad things happen, sometimes, that is all we see, isn’t it? Deputy Digby said concentrating on only the bad things this week would have made us forget the Fort.


Concentrating on the bad would have made us forget the white sand beaches.


Only seeing the bad would have meant we would have forgotten that at the end of the day, we were still all together despite the bad.


And most of all, for me, only seeing the bad would have made me forget my new friend Piper who headed back to her house in that Arkansas place.  It’s bad that we had to say goodbye.  But I have a feeling that our paths will cross again. And it was real good to meet her and her persons.


As Sheriff, I have barely anything to learn.  But Deputy Digby sometimes does remind me that there are many things to be happy about and appreciate even if the skies seem dark. And cold.


Eventually, the sun has to come out.  And it came out by the end of the week.


We do have choices, and what we pick to see means we can either frown or grin.  Today, we choose to be pickin’ and grinnin’.

There may not be many more hours left to get to Amelia Island.  But for us, for the RV…it seems like a million.  We know we can do it if we try.  Today, we are going to try and make it to Chipley, Florida.  The RV is leaking something again, and Boy Person is going to cover up his face and his nose and try to fix it before we leave.  Will he be grinnin’ about it? We might not be able to see his face, but maybe if he see our smiles and our positivity, it will help.  Actually, I don’t grin.  I will leave that up to the Deputy.

What we pick to see in our day may mean how we see tomorrow.  Choose wisely, my friends.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Tell Me About The Good Old Days

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  If you are cold, well, join the crowd.  Or you can join us here in Pensacola, Florida. I could use a few more persons to cuddle up with. Or you could knit me a blanket of warm pancakes. But, alas, that probably wouldn’t keep me warm for very long if I eat it.  Um. We thought this Florida place was supposed to be warm. What. Is. Happening.

Tell me ’bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this world’s gone crazy


I have heard about the good ol’ days and how you miss them when they are gone.  I have also heard that we are living the good ol’ days right about now.  Can we send them back? Cause if these are the good ol’ days, I don’t wanna see the bad.

We thought things were looking up a bit, and I suppose they were.

Everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but I just don’t know

We made it to this Florida place. And yes, we are very happy about that. Is the Big Blue Treat Wagon all fixed? Far from it, but we are going to try an make it to our final destination near Jacksonville and Amelia Island, and then find a permanent fix then, I heard the persons say. One day at a time, one drive at a time. Is the Jeep ok? Ha. The Jeep is wore out too, but for now, it is plugging along.  Like all of us.  Except Boy Person.  Looks like all the working on the RV in the cold took a toll on his nose. And it is hurting pretty bad.  We wish that we could go back in time and he wouldn’t have got hurt out there under the RV with a frostbitten nose.

Let’s wander back into the past
And paint me the picture of long ago


Now, there is not much that Sheriff Brickle and I can do about all of this.  Sheriff Brickle tried to arrest the cold yesterday when it messed with his sunshiney and he could only stay out there for five minutes.  He. Was. Not. Happy.


But what we can do is appreciate that even all of these seemingly bad things happening can be put into perspective.

Tell me ’bout the good old days

First, the RV broke down which made us appreciate the Jeep. Then the Jeep broke down which made us appreciate that the RV decided to plug along a little more.  Then the RV broke down again and the Jeep was doing a little better. But all of this doesn’t seem to matter at all when someone that you care about isn’t feeling so good.  All the other stuff..are well…stuff.  And none of this seems important right now except to get Boy Person to feeling better.  So that our meals are not interrupted.  Did I say that out loud?

As dogs always do, we live in the moment, but even I can appreciate that life is all about perspective.  Things we may think are important one day may seem less important the next. The things that we worried about one day may not even exist the next.  If the good ol’ days don’t seem so good, stop and think.  Maybe they really aren’t that bad. For Sheriff Brickle, he may not have had sunshiney outside for long yesterday, but the sunshiney he got inside was pretty good too.

IMG_2632In fact, those things that seem to be so bad may make for some pretty great stories later on.  Looks like we are going to have a lot of stories

This year hasn’t started out so sweet, but that means that it can only get better.  And one thing is for sure.  As long as we are all together, that is the most important thing.  Simple?   Yes, it is.  But happy isn’t complicated. The good ol’ days are there.  It is up to us to see them, even through the bad.  There is magic to be found.  Even if you have to go to a walk in clinic like Boy Person today.  You may say, oh, I wish someone would have told me about those good old days and that I would miss them.  You still have to to make some good old days now.

IMG_2608Sometimes, persons are so worried about what is coming next that they don’t see the good in the journey.  They don’t see the moment.  They don’t appreciate the present, but only are looking to the future.  We have not had a lot of choices this past year and a half but to live in the moment, because we were so busy.  Now that we look back, it sure seemed fun.  And now…we are going to make this fun too.  Because every single minute of your day is one that you will never get back.  Today will be in the past tomorrow whether you want it to or not.  Make it worth remembering.

Oh, and we will keep you updated on the nose situation. That is all I know what to call it. That’s the law enforcement side coming out in me.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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The Shadow Of Your Smile

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Are those spots in my eyes? Am I having trouble seeing?  No. I have perfect eyesight…obviously.  It takes perfect eyesight to look in the mirror for so many hours a day.  But those spots in my eyes are there for a reason. Just look at my new friend.  My rescue friend, Piper.

Meeting new friends. #camplife #2travelingdogs

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I knew we had a reason to get to that Florida place.  But I could have never imagined that instead of the sunshiney, my life would be lit up by Piper.  Because apparently, Florida had other plans than to be warm.  What is with all of this wind and rain and snow flurries?  It blew in yesterday as strong as Deputy Digby’s breath.  And that deserves a weather report from the National Bad Breath Service.


But as we were wondering if we would ever see the sunshiney again, here came Piper to our campsite.

Now I’ll remember many a day
And many a lonely mile
The echo of a piper’s song
The shadow of a smile

You don’t meet many friends on the road when you move every few days like we do.  But as soon as we pulled into camp, her persons helped us back up the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV and I spotted Piper in all her glory.

At first, she tried to act like she had other things to do like bite us.  But when we ignored her, she decided that she could trust us.  You see, it was hard for her to trust us right away, because a lot of people had let her down in the past until she found her forever family.  Her scars may not be apparent on the outside like her beautiful spots, but Digby and I heard them.  Us rescue dogs always hear the scars talking, even if the persons don’t.  Sometimes, the scars are loud with angry stories.  Sometimes, the scars whisper, but it doesn’t mean that they aren’t just as lasting.  Unlike persons, we have the patience to listen.  And as Piper took a moment to gaze at my handsome, and I saw her spots chasing away the scars, I knew.  Her smile came out, and her sunshiney lit up my sky.


Now, I am not oblivious to the fact that my handsome can move mountains, or in this case, the sand of Pensacola.


But Piper’s spots combined with my brindle stripes were magic.  Pure magic.  The persons talked, but all I could think about was her smile that told me she was happy and safe.  When you have been through something, or many somethings not so happy in your life, the normal days seem so wonderful.  For Piper, her now normal life is more special to her than even meeting me.  And that is special.  Not only was her beauty on the outside inspiring to us, her heart and her smile will be something I will never forget even  though I was only able to be with her for two days.

Because, you see, Piper and her persons are heading out of camp today to drive back home so that they don’t get caught in a storm.  And with Piper’s leaving, she is leaving a shadow that will be over me all day.  Her smile was so bright, that her leaving means an overcast day.  A shadow so big that it covers my heart. And I don’t think about much other than myself.  In truth, I am still thinking about myself, but Piper is an addition.


Scars may be with each one of us in different ways. Sometimes, others see them.  Sometimes, they do not.  Sometimes, one person may see them and acknowledge them, and allow you to heal.  But sometimes, only you will know they are there.  But if Piper can chase away her scars with beautiful Dalmation spots, you can too.  A smile so big can cast a shadow over the past.  We just have to trust in ourself that we can heal.  You can do it if I can.  You can do it if Digby can.  You can do it if Piper can.

I hope that one day I will see Piper again.  Until then, every time I see my shadow, I will try not to think of myself as much, but think of Piper’s smile.  Florida has welcomed us back with cold, harsh weather.  But I will chase it away with my forecast of brighter days ahead.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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I Can’t Go For That

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Let me be the first to welcome you back…again…to this Florida place!


Thanks to you cheering us on, we crossed that state line yesterday.  We could not have done it without every single one of you telling us that we could do it.  We read every comment.  We felt the love.

I, I ‘ll do anything
That you want me to do
And I’ll do almost anything
That you want me to, ooh

But…we are still a ways from our hopefully…final stop in Fernandina Beach. Will we find a house there?  We just don’t know.  But it is worth a try, right?  We just hope that the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV agrees with us.  It doesn’t seem to have a lot of energy lately.  It doesn’t seem to want to move very fast, and it keeps trying to scare us.  Is there such a thing as a hospital for an RV?

Easy, ready, willing, overtime
Where does it stop
Where do you dare me
To draw the line

We kind of understand why the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV is tired.  If not for it, we could not have visited all of the 48 rescues and met so many of you.  But we are not ready to give up on it.  It deserves to make it to Fernandina Beach to rest a bit too.  I won’t accept it quitting.  We aren’t going to leave it behind.  We leave no one behind.

I can go for being twice as nice
I can go for just repeating
The same old lines
Use the body
Now you want my soul
Ooh, forget about it
Now say no go

You see, yesterday, we were more than a bit nervous about driving over so many bridges and breaking down.  But since Sheriff Brickle arrested Louisiana, we decided that we should probably make an exit from the gators before they woke up.


Boy Person may have fixed the Big Blue Treat Wagon for now, but we know that is is hanging on by a thread.  And duct tape.  We feel like we all are, especially Boy Person’s frost bitten nose.  Wow, the last two weeks have been rough.On Boy Person’s face. Bahahaha!

But none of us look any better. Girl Person’s shoes are falling apart, our harnesses need the swamp mud washed off, and we are well..looking pretty pitiful after the past few weeks.  Except Brickle.  He told me to write that. And I’m too tired to argue about it.


And so we are going to take a few more days to get to where we can start looking for a house without wheels.  We have to catch our breaths, run all of us thru a car wash, and make a plan.  We haven’t really told the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV any of this yet, because we don’t want it to be sad. And we don’t want it to quit.

I can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
Can’t go for that
I can’t go for that

It deserves for us to love it as long as we can.  And who knows.  If we don’t find a house for a bit, we may be loving it for a little while longer.  But we have to make it healthy again. It just needs a few words of encouragement and maybe some work from Boy Person.  I don’t know how much energy any of have left yet.  But we aren’t ones to give up.  No.  We can’t go for that.

You all may not have been with us in this Big Blue Treat Wagon during our journey, because, well, you would have ran out from the dirt and dog hair.  But we felt like you were with us.  And we hope that you aren’t going to go anywhere, because we aren’t.  This is our first stop in this Florida place and we will be here in Pensacola until Friday.  Then we head to Falling Waters State Park in Chipley, Florida for a few days. After that, we will be near Jacksonville (which is next to Fernandina Beach).  If we can make it.  It may not seem like a lot of hours to most people, but for this RV, it seems like we have to go to the moon.  Sometimes, we think that would have been way easier.

Oh, we are still worried that we won’t find a house.  But we have to take it one step at a time, right?  Sometimes, life can be very overwhelming.  Sometimes, when my dinner is five minutes late, I feel like it will never come.  But then, when it does, I realize it was late because Girl Person made it extra good that night.  And that is what we hope is happening to us now.  For each step of this journey, you have been there, and telling us that it would all work out.  And we hope that by dragging our feet and our Big Blue Treat Wagon, that we will make it.  But don’t forget.  This is just the start of a new chapter for 2 Traveling Dogs.  And this blog and Facebook page are not going anywhere.  I can’t go for that.

You’ve got the body
Now you want my soul
Don’t even think about it
Say no go

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Just A Gigolo…Everywhere I Go

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. First of all…Louisiana? It’s been real. Real hard. Breaking down numerous times, frostbite, and running from alligators has taken it’s toll. We love ya, we really do. But. You. Are. Arrested.


Now, you may think that arrest was a long time coming. And oh, it was. But when the light of the sun coming off the swamp makes you look this good? You have to show some mercy. For a minute.


When we got back on the road Saturday, it was only because Boy Person had worked his butt off, and apparently his frostbitten nose off for days in the rain and cold.

We finally got on the road, and we were going good and feeling pretty good, until we went over a very scary bridge and all of a sudden, the persons regretted their decision not to get any diesel because they were afraid if they stopped, we couldn’t get going again. Water in the lines of this RV has been plaguing us for a year now, and if it gets too low, well, it sputters and won’t move…even if you are in the middle of the highway in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. As the RV struggled to keep going, Girl Person started praying out loud, Boy Person told her to stop that, that other people needed help more, she started freaking out, Deputy Digby tried to jump in the front seat, and I, just, paniced. How we made it to that gas station, we will never know…and as we stopped, the RV let out the biggest sigh you have ever heard, and we thought we were done. Literally. But somehow again, Boy Person got us moving, and we questioned whether we were going to make it at all to camp. We were so tired. We struggled for hours as it overheated, but we finally made it. Barely. The alligators had a welcome sign for us at our picnic table in the swamp.


Now. That is that, and all that is boring. You would think that after all of this time on the road that my good looks could have gotten us further faster. Literally. And I began to wonder.  Had I in fact been working it enough?

I’m just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the part I’m playing
Paid for every dance, selling each romance
Ooh, and they’re sayin’

You see, this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV and our Jeep are both trying to quit on us.  We do know that they have had a rough time with all this traveling across the country twice now, and they have worked very hard.  But these skinny legs ain’t gonna get us home, and Deputy Digby’s tree stump legs ain’t either.  So I thought, hey.  You know, I have never charged for the privilege of gazing at my handsome.  But maybe I should start. And just as I thought that…there was a knock on the door yesterday.  Which interrupted my beauty sleep by the way.


There she was.  A picture of refreshment in this cold, Louisiana swamp.  There she was.  She had read my mind.  She came with a foil covered paper plate from heaven. Yes…she knew what it was going to take to get us home to that Florida place.  Sweet payment for my handsome face on her phone, her computer screen, and yeah, probably framed on her mantle.


Won’t some sweet mama come and take a chance with me?
‘Cause I ain’t so bad

You see, when you are at your lowest point, and wondering how you can keep going, that  seems to be when the sweetest things happen.  Someone tells you that you are doing a good job, that you are loved, that you are appreciated.


Sometimes, life on the road can get pretty lonely.

I ain’t got nobody
Nobody cares for me
Nobody cares for me
I’m so sad and lonely
Oh lonely, oh lonely, lonely, lonely

And sometimes, when your house on wheels keeps trying to tell you it is tired, you wonder if you are ever gonna get home.  And if my looks could get us there, honey, we would have been there five days before yesterday.  But we found out what we needed more than a big bank account, possessions, or even new cars.  We needed to be told we were appreciated and that we had made a difference.  Deputy Digby just needed the muffins.

To take time out of your day to tell someone that they are appreciated is not something that many of us find easy.  Maybe that is why I only get about a hundred fan letters a day.  But your simple words of praise, or bringing someone a banana nut muffin may give them the energy that they need to keep going.  For us, we are going to try today to make it to our first stop in that Florida place.  Do we think that the RV will make it?  We certainly have our doubts.  But we have to try.  First of all, because alligators may get us.  But second of all, we are now powered on banana nut muffins today.  And we think that maybe, just maybe, we can do it.


Now.  Question.  Do I work it enough?  I am thinking no.  I realize it takes no effort on my part to look this good, so maybe if I turn on the handsome, power it up along with those muffins today, we will get to that Florida place.  Are you with us?


At some point in our lives, all of us will have our choices taken away from us.  That trip you want to go on? Maybe you won’t be able to go.  That person you have been meaning to call but don’t have time? They may not answer tomorrow.  That new job or new project you have wanted to start?  The opportunity may be gone.  So don’t wait. Work it.  Be a gigolo! Praise others.  Keep going.  Make it sweet while you can.

And there will come a day when youth will pass away
What will they say about me?
When the end comes, I know
They was just a gigolo
Life goes on without me

–Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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As Dog Parents, We Are All Faking It

It was one of those weeks that made me question everything in my life. You know how one thing goes wrong and then, well, everything goes wrong? Nothing I did seemed to matter, at all. Everything. Kept. Going. Wrong.


Actually, I haven’t felt this depressed in years. Being on the road for so long has kept us busy, and most times, the depression at bay. One thing though that I take pride in is my dogs. No, not because they are pure breds…which they are not. No, not because they are gorgeous…well, they are.


But I take pride in the fact that I take care of them to my best abilities, despite my depression, and they seem happy. But, this week, when everything was going wrong in my life, I began to question even my abilities as a dog parent. Was I acting happy enough around them? In other words, faking it? Were we hiding our concern that we were broke down and scared? What was I going to do if we had to get out of our RV and leave it to be repaired? How were they going to handle a hotel? What had I done with my life? Was this whole trip a huge mistake? What was I doing to them? I should probably stop rambling. But that is how I felt. I still feel like that today, by the way.

I know what to tell myself.  That they understand.  That they only want to be with me. That’s what I would tell someone else.  And I do believe it, because I think that as dog parents, we really are doing the best we can.


How many times have you questioned how you take care of your dogs?

“Maybe I should be taking care of them like someone else.”

“Someone else surely knows that I am a failure. ”

“Everyone else takes better care of their dogs”.

Oh, those have been some of my daily thoughts in the past. But in a past life of mine in a corporate job, I learned one thing and one thing only.  All of us are faking it.  Whether we are a professional banker, a doctor, a mom to human kids…we are faking it.  Whether we are a chef, a dog walker, a computer analyst, none of us know everything about our jobs. Sometimes, we want to think that we are an expert, but all of us still have a lot to learn.  Some of us admit that, some of us don’t. How does this relate to my dogs?


We are human.  We will make mistakes when it comes to parenting our dogs. Did I handle everything correctly this week while we were going through the trials of daily life? I did not.  I found myself irritated by Digby pulling me into the mud.  I found myself tired, so tired that I didn’t want to walk them.  And I felt guilty about it. And here the depression came again. I was so bad at this.  Surely, someone else could do better.

And then I thought, as long as I was faking it, I might as well make it count.  I acted extraordinarily happy around them, and found my spirits lifted a bit.  Even though it was fake.  And I thought, hey, if I can fake this, I can fake being the best dog parent, and then maybe, just maybe, my dogs will believe it.


As dog parents, we will maybe feed them a wrong food from time to time, or forget to wash their favorite blanket.  But don’t think for a moment that someone else would be a better dog parent to your dogs.  They love you, even with all the mistakes that you make.  And I truly believe in my heart that they laugh at us and our craziness sometimes too.  We are probably very entertaining.

Who is an expert at being a dog parent? Even though we are all faking it, we are trying and that qualifies.

You maybe didn’t break down in the swamps of Louisiana this week. But I bet you had your own problems.  Your dog thanks you for doing the best that you could.

-Rachael Johnson, Girl Person, 2 Traveling Dogs

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Everything Is Beautiful In Its Own Way

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. You know, some people would not have called this a beautiful week. In fact, probably fewer than one. The Big Blue Treat Wagon quit, the Jeep is trying to quit still, and Girl Person and Boy Person said if they had a choice, they would turn their two week’s notice into themselves. Deputy Digby wouldn’t quit because he doesn’t do anything to quit anything.


It was one of those weeks where my beauty was certainly a ray of sunshine. You see, we had been watching for rain for days. Just one of the problems that the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV has is that it is old. It also doesn’t like the rain and instead tries to throw it inside the windows or throw it in the air conditioner to pour down from the ceiling. Pouring rain is not such a sweet thing.


But. The rain was less than we had thought, and although Boy Person worked so hard for two days, he didn’t give up. He tried to remain positive and Girl Person tried to leave him alone. You see, after a million trillion years of being married, they are like the dinosaurs. They know when to be extinct from each other.

But on one of our walks by the Louisiana swamp, it became apparent that we were not the only ones there. In fact, a few alligators made their presence known, and yep. We respected the fact that they were having their breakfast, but we didn’t want to be their side of bacon with eggs.

When you see an alligator eat a duck. #heckaheckanoooo #louisiana #whoneedscoffee

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It was as we were running away and trying to catch our breath that Girl Person remarked that she didn’t know what was worse. Being broke down in the Louisiana swamp and trying to keep from being an alligator’s meal, or the stress that it was putting on all of us to keep going. And she said that was it. We had to regroup again. We had to look at the bright side, even if the rain was coming down. Somehow, we would find a way out of this mess just like the quicksand trying to swallow our positiveness up.


That is when I decided that my handsome fixes just about anything. No, it can’t make the RV run any better, or at all. But when you see my handsome, it allows you to see all of the other beautiful things around you.  I mean…look at me.  Have you ever hit the enhance button to make a picture look better?  Well, it goes without saying that there is no such button on my picture because it is already perfect.


I believe that everything, even Digby, is beautiful in its own way.  Not as beautiful as me.  But even our problems are beautiful because it helps us to appreciate the good days.

It’s funny.  We don’t have a home to go to yet in that Florida place.  But we are trying our hardest to get there.  Because we have to believe that our home is there. We have to get there.  This Big Blue Treat Wagon has to get us there.  It has to.  We have to do this. Rain or quicksand.  Alligators or mosquitos.  Big Blue Treat Wagon RV or the bus.  We just wanna go home.

So many of our fans offered to help, and if we knew what help to ask for, we probably still wouldn’t ask.  The persons are pretty stubborn that way.  Like me, they take care of their own business.

So bear with us today. We will find out if we have to get towed out of here to let someone fix this thing.  We will let you know what is happening on our Facebook page today.  Stay. Tuned.  And if your day is filled with stuff that is trying to make you forget about the beautiful, you know what to do.  Here is my picture again.  You’re welcome.


-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Why Don’t You Give Me Three Steps

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Not many would call me a man of danger. They would call me a man of pancakes, a man of poop rolling, or a man of bad breath. But a man of danger?

As we went walking on the trails in Louisiana yesterday, it became very obvious that we had company.


I was scared and fearing for my life
I was shaking like a leaf on a tree
‘Cause he was lean, mean
Big and bad, Lord

Now, I know that I don’t live here, and this is in fact their house. We are just guests. But a man of danger, I am not. I am a man of respect in this case. And even Sheriff Brickle knows that these guys would probably resist arrest.


I am also a man that knows you gotta give me a running start if in fact I am going to outrun a gator. I am not a fast man. Ok. I am not a man. It took me a long time to get to that. And it would take me a long time to get outta there.

Oh, won’t you
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
Gimme three steps toward the door?

You see, alligators are fast I hear. We lived in that Florida place most of our life, so we know a thing or five about alligators.

If I was a man, it would not be of danger, but a man of appreciation. You see, as much as we don’t want to get hurt by an alligator or worse, persons have to understand, like animals, that we all have our place. To not live or appreciate things in nature because we are scared that they may possibly be out there is enough to cause Sheriff Brickle to arrest you. Twice.

Don’t want no trouble with you
And I know you don’t owe me
But I wish you’d let me
Ask one favor from you

Why are people so afraid? Well, I think it is because they don’t realize the dangerous things that they do everyday like drive in their cars or fly in airplanes.  We all get used to certain things, but it doesn’t make them any less dangerous.


I am not a man of danger, but if I was, I would tell you to live life fully and to do things that may be beyond your comfort zone.  Go places that are waiting for you to visit them and to learn about them.  Yes, even like the swamps of Louisiana.

And if something makes you afraid, like the alligators? Maybe that isn’t such a bad thing either.  Feeling emotions, feeling life makes us think about other parts of our life.  For Girl Person, being respectful and careful of the alligators on our hikes makes her aware.  She is more cautious of us getting in bushes, or too close to the water.  It makes her more cautious with us in other places, because sometimes, you go too fast, not being observant.  For the persons, they have been worried about the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV and how we are even going to get out of here.  Which is making us appreciate the alligators too.  We may be staying at their house for awhile.

Ça c’est bon (Sa say boh(n)): That’s good.  There is your cajun lesson today, y’all.


So what am I trying to tell you today in a round about, swampy way? If there is something you have been wanting to do, try it even if it makes you scared.  You can always turn around.  I’ll give you three steps towards the door.  But just do it.

So there you have it.  Coming from a man of pancakes, not danger.  Don’t let life bite you. Bite back.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Where It All Ends I Can’t Fathom

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Sometimes when you think that you will never see a place again, well, you end up seeing it again. Not once, not twice, but about four more times. Welcome back to Louisiana!


We are excited to be here, but yesterday, we had to bid adieu to that Texas place and the beach. Yes, adieu is a french word, I bark french, and well, we are in Louisiana, so if the collar fits, wear it. I will be speaking french for the rest of the week, y’all. Deputy Digby also will.  But you may not understand him with sticky, maple syrup breath.

Yesterday, as we were about the leave the beach, we took one last walk on the beach with Girl Person.

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin’ man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I’ve learned much from both of their styles

Except for the bad storm one night, it had been a very relaxing time.

The persons even slowed down enough to enjoy their happy anniversary, and Boy Person made Girl Person a card. Girl Person liked it so much in fact that she cried, which I don’t understand why persons do that when they are happy. But whatever.


So as we were walking with Girl Person on the beach, she told us to find some good looking shells so that she could make a wind chime with them to remember our time there in Texas. And as we were looking for shells and peeing on them, she started to talk to us a lot, which is always a sign that she is thinking too much. She told us that she wondered what shells actually were.


Have you ever looked at something so many times that you take it for granted? I look at myself so much that there is no way I can take my handsome for granted. But for Girl Person, she told us that as much as she liked shells, she had never really thought about what they truly were, or how they grew, or came to be.  Girl Person was intent on not only finding out how they came to be, but telling us about them. And she promised us some treats if we listened. This was cutting into my mirror time.

She told us that shells actually were part of little creatures that lived in the water. She said that when they are born, they have a little shell which is the point you see on a shell, and as they grow, it grows. It is part of them. It is not only their home, but part of themselves.


I got to thinking about that in between my bites of treats. Shells. Shells are something that we had stepped on all weekend. But come to think of it, these shells had been a part of a little creature’s life. These shells had provided safety and shelter to them. And when they were no longer here, their shell, their home, had washed up on shore for others to enjoy. And how amazing was this? Almost as amazing as my profile, but not quite.


Have you taken some time today to notice the little things like the seashell?  How many more things do we miss when we rush through life? How many years have we loved something but never took the time to learn more about it?  I mean, I know you love me, but you could never learn all about me.  And we can never learn all there is about the seashell.  Some of us have harder shells than others, but if we let the miracles that life and its inhabitants have to offer into our hearts, and truly notice them, how much more will the things that make us sad go away? There won’t be any room.

Till next time, Texas. #louisianabound #2travelingdogs

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As we reached this Louisiana place last night, it became a reality that our Big Blue Treat Wagon RV is not doing good again.  Seems like we have been in this thing so long that it has attached to us too like a seashell.  But, it was leaking and making noises and we don’t know how we even made it here.  It was almost too much for the persons to handle, but as they pulled themselves together, Girl Person reminded Boy Person of the seashells.  Pretty much because she kept repeating “seashells, seashells” over and over again out loud to keep from crying and focus.  Yes, she is cuckooville, but that is for another blog.  The persons remarked that the important things in life were like seashells.  Unimportant things like stuff breaking down are not important.  And that was good enough for last night so that we could look out at the Louisiana swamp that we had even taken for granted before.  We may have never had another chance to see this too, but here we were.  How could we let the day be ruined by things we could not control?


You see, something like a seashell can change your day.  What tomorrow brings, we don’t know.


So today, stop and notice and learn.  We don’t know if we will get that chance again.  Everything on our earth is a lesson to us if we see it.  Seeing it is the hard part, isn’t it?  Today may be the moment, the day that you will wish for one day.  An ordinary day.  Appreciate it too.

Where it all ends I can’t fathom, my friends
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor
So I’ll cruise along always searchin’ for songs
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker

In all of our miles and adventures of this trip, the things we remember most are the things that were there all along…before this trip, before our travel.  It just took us a little while to see what was always there, like the seashell. Where this all will end, we can’t fathom.  And maybe we don’t want to.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Come Aboard. We’re Expecting You.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Being at the water for the past few days has given me a bit of time to think. Well, I am always thinking and always arresting. But it occurred to me that if we turned this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV into a boat perhaps, that maybe we could get back to that Florida place faster. Call me a genius if you will. And you can.


We are here in that Texas place and the persons said that if we went straight on across, that we would save some time.  You know.  If we had a boat.

Set a course for adventure
Your mind on a new romance

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It seems to me that as long as everything and everyone is breaking down and slowing down, that this may be a good idea.  And maybe it was not just a coincidence that Boy Person lost his keys this past weekend.  Maybe we need to take the wheels off this RV, push in the slide outs and push this breaking down house on wheels into the water and set sail, baby.  Do you love it?

I think this is a good idea too because the Jeep is telling us that it is about done too.  If we just go on across, we can get there quicker and have a pawty cruise of sorts.

You see, sometimes we have to figure out a plan b or a plan c or a plan at all.  I am not sure we have a plan once we even get to that Florida place.  But for now, let’s just get there, right?  And if we gotta get there, let’s get there the best way.  On my Love Boat.  I can’t help it that I am all about the love.  Of myself.  How could I not love myself?  Have you seen me?  As Captain of my Love Boat, I have a few rules to go over before we set sail.


Love won’t hurt anymore
It’s an open smile on a friendly shore.
It’s the Love Boat-ah! It’s the Love Boat-ah!

My first rule is that you don’t worry about a RV sailing in the water.  I have this covered.  Deputy Digby packed all of the life vests made out of old pancakes which aren’t really that old, because how old do you think that they would really be when left around Digby?  My second rule is that you pay for your fare in peanut butter cookies and also pack extra peanut butter cookies to periodically tell me how great of a job I am doing sailing this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV from Galveston, Texas to Fernandina Beach, Florida.  My third rule is that you bring some wine for the persons.  Some good, California wine because they are missing that California place, although I haven’t mentioned it lately.  Some things are better left unsaid until you say it.  And I said it.


Last few items of housekeeping that you should be aware of.  I expect you to wear pants to dinner unless you are a dog, and in that case, collars are required.  I don’t need to see what you have for me to see.  These eyes need to be protected to navigate.  And last but not least, Deputy Digby will be making a pancake buffet breakfast each morning, but I can’t guarantee the availability of supplies in his presence.  So you might want to pack some extra food with your pants.

Zen. #texas #beachlife #2travelingdogs

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That’s it.  Today is the day we leave Galveston, Texas.  Watch our Facebook page to see if we can get the wheels off this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.

Life is like setting sail, Girl Person said.  Oftentimes, you don’t know where you are going, but you just have to keep moving.  Sometimes, your course will be decided for you, full of storms and bad weather.  Sometimes, the sailing is easy going with currents that guide you directly where you need to be.  But if you just go and put good energy into the journey, your reward will flow right back to you.

Love, exciting and new
Come Aboard. We’re expecting you.
Love, life’s sweetest reward.
Let it flow, it floats back to you.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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