You Otter Know That You Are Deer To Me

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  A busy week is a good week, Girl Person says.  From meeting old friends, to playing at doggy daycare at Aunt Nikole’s house, and the persons’ trip to work while giving us a little vacation…it was so busy I didn’t know which end was up as Granny Person used to say.

It’s funny.  Sometimes, you get tired of the same boring routine every day.  But when that routine is thrown off like a good attitude on Sheriff Brickle, you miss it.


And so when we got to go hiking again yesterday and look forward to eggies at breakfast, we were beyond excited to get back to boring.  But as with any day, you never know what you’re gonna get.

We had walked down this same path about twenty times in the past two weeks.  We have come across alligators.  We have come across raccoons and rabbits.  We have come across mice and alligator birds.  But yesterday, we otter have known that there were more party animals out here wanting to say hello.

I was tired from daycare, and my mind was on breakfast. Girl Person’s mind was on sleep and more coffee.  But the otters only had one thing on their mind.  When we saw the two otters running across our path?  It woke us up.  You see, when Pappy Person was around, he used to tell us that otters could be mean.  Otters could “tear your butt up”.  And when your butt is in danger of being torn up, you think about that, and you try to kick butt and run.  And the cuter the otter is, the faster you better run.

I got so excited about saving my butt that I started panting so much Girl Person told us we had better stop running and look behind our butts to make sure that they were gone. Not our butts.  The otters.

When we were sure the swamp was clear, Girl Person told us that this was supposed to be a restful, boring day.  And that we needed to get back to that.  But as we made our way down the path a little further, oh deer, oh deer.  There they were, almost jumping straight into our tired butts.  About twenty deer being giant.  As they ran into the swamp and the woods, I had to wonder.  When was breakfast?  I also had to wonder.  The next time we walked this path, would it be the same story?

You see, we all have things that we do everyday and roads that we take.  But often, we don’t seem to remember that the things along those roads and those paths will change some day.  When we stop noticing, that is when we forget that there is someone out there who has never been on that road.  There is someone out there that has never been on that path.  How would they see it?


We have to admit.  After traveling so much, when we slowed down here in this Florida place, we started to take it for granted.  But the butt chasing otters and the Oh Dear Deers really forced us to stop and remember as Girl Person’s butt hit the ground dragging us through the swamp.  They were saying “welcome back.  But you aren’t paying attention to us”.  We are going to make you stop.  Or run.  Either one.

As I found a new pile of alligator poop to roll in as Girl Person was getting swamp water out of her shoes, I knew it.  Not only was it good to be back.  It was good to remember.  It was good to take notice.  And it was good that the otters didn’t catch us.  My butt is too cute to be torn up.

What path do you travel every day?  Do you know what someone new to it would notice?

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Seasons In The Sun

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  It has taken me a few days to write about my Monday of this week.  Because it took me a few days to collect myself.

When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there


Spending time in this Florida place has given us a chance to see friends and family.  Like Beasley Anne.  Girl Person has a cousin person named Wendy “with an e”.  Beasley Anne is Anne “with an e” too.

And so Wendy Person and Beasley Anne were on our list to see while here in this Florida place.  Without an e.  Cause that would be weird.

IMG_0273.JPGIt felt like we had just been with Beasley Anne “with an e” watching Anne of Green Gables and eating deviled eggs.  But truth be told, and I always tell the truth, it has been many seasons since we were with each other.  Over a year had went by, in fact.

Together we’ve climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC’s
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees

I know that I grew handsomer in this time.  Deputy Digby had got a little more gray.  And Beasley Anne “with an e”? She had gotten a lot more beautiful.


So beautiful in fact, that I wondered why anyone would have let her go.  So wonderful in fact that I could barely think of what would have happened to her if she had not been rescued from that kill shelter in Miami, Florida.  I shuddered to think. But I only let myself think about it for a minute.  I didn’t want any time wasted.  I didn’t want to waste any seasons with her thinking about the past.

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time


As we went hiking, we talked a little bit about the past year and all of the adventures that we had been on and the rescues we had visited.  I briefed her on that.  But she had news too. She told me that Wendy Cousin Person was going to have another little person.  That the little person was hiking with us too.  I didn’t see him, but I knew he was there.  And I wondered.  And I thought about it.  And although we were excited, Girl Person told Wendy Cousin Person that she wished she was having a puppy.  They all laughed because it was a joke.  If dogs could laugh, we would, but instead, Beasley Anne “with an e” told me that she was a little excited about it, and in just a few seasons, her life would change.  Seasons do that I suppose.

Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them, I’ll be there

Sometimes seasons can bring flowers and life.  Sometimes, seasons can bring cold and hard weather.  But one thing is for sure, another season will come after it and you don’t know what will change.  For us, we saw many things on our adventure.  But the seasons and the days flew by.  When we got back to this Florida place, in some ways, it felt like time had stood still.  But when we all looked at each other, I knew that was not the case.


You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground


I had thought of Beasley Anne “with an e” often on our trip.  Because to me, she made me think of all of the other furkids out there in shelters that were never able to tell someone how to spell their name.  She made me think of all the furkids that never got to travel or watch a movie and eat deviled eggs.  She made me think of all the furkids that never were given a chance to be part of a family.


But I had two choices that Monday.  Which in fact was why it took me so long to write this blog.  I could either choose to focus on all of the animals that were not helped.  Or I could focus on Beasley Anne “with an e” who was helped.  And that is what I decided to do.  The seasons were too short to do anything else.

So as we went on our hike and went to a winery for lunch and walked among the vineyards in the Florida sunshiney, I made it a point to freeze this moment in my mind.  I wanted to remember the sunshiney and the way that Beasley Anne “with an e” had come into our lives.

We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone

Because the next time I see her, her life will be changed by the addition of a little person.  The next time I see her, the season will be different.  And the next time I see her, I will be handsomer.  That is just a fact.


If days now are spent being sad about days gone by, you miss what is right in front of you.  Even if it wonderful.  Even if it is beautiful.  Don’t do that.  Being your best requires you think about the best parts of your life and appreciate them.

“It’s not what the world holds for you.  It’s what you bring to it.” -Anne of Green Gables 

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle


Take It On The Run

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  I have to say this.  I don’t mind vacations.  I also have to say that I know what you are thinking.  Aren’t you always on vacation? I heard ya.


Yes, but sometimes you need a vacation from your vacation.  And so today, it looks like while the persons are working and reporting from the Global Pet Expo, Sheriff Brickle and I will be on vacation from the persons at our Aunt Nikole’s house.  It is about time that they did some work instead of us.  Oh, I remember Aunt Nikole’s house.

But I know the neighborhood
And talk is cheap when the story is good

Although I am fond of spending time with my aunt, the truth is, any interruption to my food schedule is not something I appreciate.  Girl Person knows this.  So for days she has been packing our snacks and our dinner.  She has also been packing our snacks in-between snacks and also after dinner snacks.  It is a lot to pack I suppose.

You take it on the run baby
If that’s the way you want it baby


But if you say that we are worth all of the packing, you would be right.  You see, although food is always better at home, taking it on the run offers many benefits as well. You get to eat it in new places with new smells to add to the ambiance.  You get to sniff other things to cleanse your palate in-between the snacks.  And also, someone else does the dishes.  Although I love doing the dishes.  I am an excellent helper.

Just helping Gandma. #dishwasher #imanexcellenthelper

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Girl Person even packed our eggies, and as we drive to Aunt Nikole’s house this morning, we will eat breakfast in the car.  I know, I know.  It is not very proper, but I am not driving today and therefore it is not distracting unless someone tries to steal the mentioned eggies.

A Sunday edition of #DrivingWithDigby. #Amanda #Boston

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You know that I am trying to be positive, right?  The truth is, there is no place like home.  Even if you live in a Big Blue Treat Wagon RV. Sheriff Brickle tried to explain that in order for us to keep traveling, the persons have to go to work sometimes and that it won’t be too many hours.  So I thought a little more.  And I figured, hey.  If we can pack our snacks and our dinner, we can sure pack some extra love to hold us over until the persons come to pick us up.  I can definitely take that on the run.

Whatever you cherish the most should always be able to be carried in your heart.  So pack it up today and carry it with you.  Don’t mess around.

Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another you been messin’ around

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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If You Don’t See The Osprey

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  We left for our Adventure Of A Lifetime trip almost two years ago.  We left our Florida place for travel and adventures, and to help other animals and people.  But we also left family and friends.  Not just person friends but all of our friends that we used to see every day.  Like the gopher turtles.  Remember them?

We also left our dolphin friends.

Maybe you have your own kind of friends where you live.  I suppose that you do.  I suppose that you appreciate them and talk to them.  Talk to them?  Of course.

When you are so busy, sometimes, you forget all of the friends that you have, because, well, they have always been there.  So when we went back yesterday to one of our old hiking places, I was surprised to see an old friend up in the tree.  The osprey, or sea hawk as some may call him. I just call him Otis.  Otis the Osprey.

Girl Person said that it had been a long time.  And I guess that Otis thought so too.  He decided to put on a big show of flying above us and then he got hungry and went fishing. Then he came back, and and he started moving his nest all around.  Although he was obviously working, he took a moment to say his hellos.  And Girl Person, as usual, got all emotional about it.  She said that in some ways, it was like we had never left.  And she was glad about that.  She was glad that not only did life go on, but that Otis was still here.  Some may say, how do you know that is the same bird?  You know a friend no matter how long it has been since you have seen him.  I know Digby no matter how long it has been since I smelled him.


But Girl Person asked us if we would have noticed if Otis was not there, up in that tree.  Girl Person said that ospreys are special.  She said that there are not many of them left because of pesticides and persons that harm the environment.  Deputy Digby had already tuned out by this point in the conversation.  But I was listening.  You see, ospreys, just like all of us, are affected by what others do.  Even if they are working hard fishing or raising their babies, the fact is, if we don’t change how we are living, others will die.  And how is that living for those left if we have no friends?  If you look up and the osprey isn’t there, what else is gone?  What friend is missing?  Did you play a part in that?  How can we change?

Not many would even know Otis was there because we are so busy, we forget to look up most of the time.  And it is easy to think that we are the most important.  I mean, I know I am the most handsome, but that is not the point.


How did we start feeling so important…like we were the only ones that mattered?  A good friend makes mistakes. Even the best of friends. So if we weren’t a good friend in the past, maybe we can change that.  It starts by learning, I think.  How?


It may be easy to pass a stranger without saying hello.  But would you pass a friend and be so rude? Did you know that ospreys mate for life?  Did you know that 99% of their diet is fish and they don’t even get tired of it?  Don’t tell Digby because he will think that he can live on pancakes.  Did you know that ospreys are found all over the world?  Have you seen one?  Now that you know about him, maybe it is time that you need a new friend.  And maybe it is time we treat all of our friends just a little better.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

We have some special things going on this week! Tonight, Girl Person will be accepting an award from Pet Age Magazine, The Women Of Influence Award.  Then tomorrow, stay tuned to our Facebook page as Boy Person and Girl Person report LIVE from the Global Pet Expo in Orlando, Florida!  

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The Bottlebrush Tree

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  It is definitely nice to travel.  It is nice to see the world, and meet new people and see new things.  But there is also something to be said for the same backyard for awhile, and people that you have always known.


As we have been parked at Memaw Macaw’s house for a few weeks, Boy Person has got to help his mom with stuff and also work on our Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  It has been a bit since he was here…actually it was his grandparents’ old house at one time.

A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together

Although the people living in it have changed, one thing has remained the same.  One thing has been here all along.  The bottlebrush tree.


I did not know much about bottlebrush trees, or this one in particular.  And I am all about the learning.  Actually, I am not, but I like pretty colors I suppose.  Yes, I see colors. Let’s not go there.

Not many dogs would take such notice of a tree.  But when you haven’t had a steady tree to lay by for awhile, you do notice such things. You appreciate such things.  But I had to wonder.  Why were bottles growing on this tree?


I have wanted to plant trees my whole life.  Well, pancake trees.  I figured that if I planted enough of them, that I would never have to worry about the pancake supply again.  But who planted this tree, I wondered.  Why would they want so many bottles?

Walked out this morning
Don’t believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I’m not alone at being alone
A hundred billion casatways
Looking for a home

I have heard of persons that send messages in bottles.  You know…they write a letter and they hope that someone finds the bottle and reads it.

Girl Person said when she was little, she used to send bottles with letters in the swamp…hoping that someone would find them on the other side. Who would find them?  Her Pappy would. After she told him that she sent them.  And then, she said that he would write another letter back and put it on the edge of the swamp for her to find it.  Seems to me that this was a bit ridiculous.  Seems to me that Girl Person had no stamps.  Seems to me that she thought the swamp was a bigger thing than it actually was.  Seems to me that obviously Pappy had a lot of beer bottles for these shenanigans.

Even though Girl Person and Boy Person only lived about a half hour away from each other, on Boy Person’s side of the swamp, he had this bottlebrush tree.  And I suppose that Boy Person and his family had their own letters that they were sending from it if they went to the trouble of planting it.  And now I am sitting under it.  And now, Sheriff Brickle is barking under it.  And now, our RV is parked under it.


Girl Person says that she wishes that she could go back and read the letters that she sent in those bottles.  I say that I wish she would have planted a pancake tree back then, because can you imagine how big it would be now?  Boy Person says that this bottle brush tree’s letters may not have been sent across a swamp, but that it still had messages.  It had messages of history, messages of growth and beauty.  It had messages that time went on.  It made it through hurricanes and storms.  And even though the people changed that took care of it, it cared for them all just the same.  And now…as Memaw Macaw prepares to move away soon now too, I have to wonder.  Will the next persons appreciate it?  Will they recognize the messages in the bottles that it has?  Will they open those bottles and read the letters that it has inside?


Girl Person says that although bottlebrush trees usually live only 50 years, and this one may be near to moving on too, its glorious flowers are sending a message that even in old age, things can grow.  Even in old age, we all have something to give.  Even in old age, we can send out our messages to the world and be appreciated.


Every tree we have met on our trip were strangers. But this tree, I felt like I had known all along.  This tree had known Boy Person when he was little.  This tree had known his family.  This tree had been there when persons were born, and when they went away. And as I lay here everyday, under the bottlebrush tree, I see that life is still all around it.


If you feel like your message has been lost, send another one in a bottle. You still have time. But don’t send it by swamp.  Also.  Plant a pancake tree.

I’ll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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The 2 Traveling Dogs New Book Club

If you like reading and you love dogs, join us in our new endeavor!  The 2 Traveling Dogs Book Club!

Our book club will be headed by author of The Endless Path, Laurie Duperier.


“Books have had a big impact on me in my life. They introduce me to new ideas and ways of thinking about things. I hope that through the book club we can explore topics that relate to our dogs and dogs in general, and share our experiences and points of view. We can learn a lot from each other and help each other even when we have different beliefs.”

Laurie talks about her first book selection.

“For Saving Parker in particular, Gunny and I chose it because it deals with abuse, reluctance to report it, the challenges of kill shelters, and the importance of fostering. All subjects near and dear to the hearts of 2 Traveling Dogs fans, and each presents an opportunity to learn from each other and the experts we will seek to include in our discussion.”

How can you take part in our book club?  Simply request to join the 2 Traveling Dogs Fans Group page!  Laurie will head the discussion via that page.

Upcoming, scheduled selections also include:

Dr. Judy Morgan’s Yin & Yang 

Hogan’s Hope: A Deaf Hero’S Inspirational Quest for Love and Acceptance
by Connie Bombaci

You can purchase Laurie’s first section, Saving Parker on Amazon or Kindle.  Or simply check your local library!

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When You Don’t Speak Up, It Is Your Fault Too

We all heard the news this week.  A dog died on a United Airlines flight after a flight attendant forced the family of the puppy to put him in an overhead bin for three hours.  Despite the family’s pleas, and later, the flight attendant’s denial that she knew a dog was in the carrier, this happened. This. Really. Happened.

After reading the story and watching the news, of course I was mad like everyone else.  But what was the first thought that I had?  Where were the other passengers on that flight? Not one passenger out of over a hundred spoke up? Spoke out? Said anything?

In the day of instant news, social media updates, and instant gratification, we have an instant means of complaining.  We have a way of commenting on posts, speaking our grievances, and making our points.  Oh, it is so easy to type away in the comfort of our own homes and with our phones in hand.  But passengers? Where were you March 13, 2018?  Were you sitting on that flight?  Were you more concerned about your beverage selection than speaking up?  Were you afraid that you would have to get off of the plane?  Did you think that someone else would speak up instead? What. Happened.

It seems to me that our realities in life are being confused and so are our priorities.  I wonder how many passengers saw what was going on in that plane and imagined the status updates that they would type later about it, instead of actually speaking up and standing up for what was right.  In my opinion, many people failed that innocent dog that day.  Not just one.  And we have to learn from this.


We can’t just get mad after something happens.  We can’t all of a sudden decide that we will stand up for someone or something that we believe in after we see something go wrong, or worse, someone die.  This dog needed someone then!  He is gone now.

To be an advocate for animals, we have to not only help those in need, but prevent other animals from being in need.  We have to apply that line of thinking to our every day life as well.  Don’t make doing what is right be an after thought.  Do what is right when you need to do what is right. And that is now!  We cannot assume that someone else will help. We cannot assume that someone else will step up.  That someone is you.

-Rachael Johnson, Owner and Girl Person of 2 Traveling Dogs

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You May Be Right. I May Be Crazy.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  If my job was any harder, I would need a raise in peanut butter cookies.  And since I am in charge of my own job pawformance reviews, I put in for that raise. And surprise, surprise, surprise.  It was approved.

This week? Well, it was pretty difficult.  I have a brother…a Deputy…that is crazy.  Beyond. Crazy.  Before I even start, Digby. Is. Arrested.


You would think that when your Deputy is trying to help you out on the job, that would be a good thing.  You would also think that said Deputy, when he is trying to get the job done fast, would be cause for adulation.

You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for

But the Deputy, with a week of rest under his belt holding up no pants, became full of energy.  He became full of crazy.  So much so that Girl Person said that it seemed like he had aged backwards as she fell backwards into a tree stump because he was going so fast.  What was happening? If you said that was crazy, you would be right.

I have to say, I was pretty taken aback too.  And nothing takes me aback except when my reflection in the mirror gets so hard to look at because it is amazing.


But as we went down the second trail of the day yesterday evening, it became apparent that Deputy Digby had taken some type of crazy pill.  He leapt over fallen down trees with grace like a gazelle. Or me.

He would leap over the trees and then pick up alligator poop in his mouth in one swoop. Girl Person’s pleas for slowing down were met with indifference as she fell on her knees. She asked him what in the world was wrong with him?  But I just wondered.  What was right?

IMG_4977.JPGEveryone’s days are hard. Whether you go to work, or if you have families with small kids, furkids, or big kids like Memaw Macaw.  We spend so much of our day trying to fix our health, or feel better.  And instead of feeling better, we just go round and round.  Even if we do feel better, we are so tired from the trying that we can’t enjoy it. But for Deputy Digby, his days of rest and good food and listening to Memaw Macaw and Boy Person go back and forth seemed to do him some good.  He didn’t care why he felt good.  He just felt good and he was enjoying it. Even if he was making Girl Person crazy.

But usually with crazy comes laughter.  And as Girl Person took a look at herself, she wondered out loud.  What was she so upset about?  A few more bruises from trying to keep up with Deputy Digby?  Did she need to do a citizen’s arrest?

She thought about it.

It’s too late to fight
It’s too late to change me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right

She decided that she would take each day of Deputy Digby feeling good, which meant being bad.  It meant trying to figure out who was louder…Memaw Macaw and Boy Person, or Digby howling.  It meant putting her hands up to her ears so that she didn’t get permanent damage when he was howling for dinner.  It meant wondering if four miles a day was long enough to walk.  But it also meant that if he felt good, we should all feel good.  Because the good days are hard to come by.  The good days are special. The good days, we will remember.  The good days…are now.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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When The Bridge Is Closed

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Have you ever had one of those days?  You know.  One of those days?

When you’re weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I’ll dry them all (all)
I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough
And friends just can’t be found
Like a bridge over troubled water


Granny Person used to say that “this too will past.”  But what if you can’t get past whatever it is that you are trying to get past?  What if the bridge is closed? She never mentioned about that.

When we were on our hike yesterday, we came across one of those closed bridges.  It is not often that our path gets blocked.  Even if we have to pull Girl Person down a mountain or a swampy hill or even through a creek or along an ocean sandbar, we get by.  But this bridge was part of the trail, you see.  It went over an alligator filled river.  And well, it wouldn’t have been a good idea to swim across.

IMG_4876.JPGGirl Person said we had a few choices.  First of all, we could either turn back the way we came.  Or, we could find another way to get around the closed bridge.IMG_5006.JPG

Now, I am not one to do extra work.  I am also not one to call myself late for breakfast.  And this was not part of our normal routine.  But Girl Person said that sometimes, things that make you go out of your way, or take another path to get where you are going are the best.  I tried to listen, but it was hard over my growling stomach.  However, as Sheriff Brickle always does, he noticed something up on a tree.  A tree that we would not have seen if the bridge would have been open.  Looked liked a stack of pancakes to me.


Girl Person said it was one of those things that we could look at, but not touch. And as I was looking at it…sorry.  I wanted some maple syrup.


I wondered how long this tree had been there. And then, I wondered how long the bridge had been there.  And what did people appreciate more?  The bridge that made their journey easier, or the trees that made that bridge? Seemed to me that we don’t appreciate much at all.  We just always want to do what is easier.  We always do what is convenient.  And because of that, we miss out on a lot of wonderful things.

Now, I am not saying that the bridge was unnecessary.  But I am saying that if your path gets blocked, consider the fact that maybe you should go another way to find your destination.  And maybe, it is even a new destination.  Also, if your bridge gets closed, notice the things around you when you go another way.  And maybe…just maybe….if you have to…build another bridge.  Make your own way.  Build it with things you love, appreciate and enjoy a new viewpoint.


We have learned that life’s path don’t always stay open either.  You may think you know where you are going, and then you forget, you get sidetracked like when I find an old chicken wing in the campfire.  If we wait for someone else to clear our path or build our bridge, it may never happen.  It is up to each of us to know where we want to go.  Where we want to go.  And that may be the hardest map to read of all.

Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh if you need a friend
I’m sailing right behind

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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The Story Of The Alligator Birds

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  I have lots of strong points.  I can smell something disgusting a mile away.  Or five.  I can throw myself on disgusting stuff at a moment’s notice.  But what I cannot do is worry about danger.  I have no time for that.  I. Just. Do. I. Don’t. Think.  That is not my job.

Such a feelin’s comin’ over me
There is wonder in ‘most ev’ry thing I see


So when we were hiking last night, I thought of my schedule and what I had planned.  I would smell stuff and find unmentionable stuff.  I would pull on the leash and not listen to Girl Person.  I would also stick my head in the bushes whenever I wanted to see what was in there.  But I guess I had forgot about the alligator from last week.  Sheriff Brickle had not.  The Sheriff never forgets apparently.


I was looking ahead at the trail.  Oh, trail.  What a beautiful sight when you know that your whole day is ahead of you.  Oh, the possibilities.

There is only one wish on my mind
When this day is through I hope that I will find
That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me



But as I sometimes do, I only see what is front of me.  Girl Person says that is a good thing.  But that it can be a bad thing if you stick your head somewhere that it doesn’t belong.  So I wasn’t thinking when I stuck my head in that bush.  I wasn’t thinking about that alligator that crossed our path in the same place last week.

So as I lowered my head in that bush full of sand spurs and weeds, Girl Person told me to be careful of the snakes.  She always tells me to be careful of the snakes.  But she doesn’t tell me to be careful of the alligator birds.  Because I didn’t even know such a thing existed.

But all of a sudden, when the force of an alligator’s jaw in a Florida swamp full of catfish, about a million or a million and three birds came flying out of that bush and knocked me down on top of my peed on head.  Girl Person screamed and started running with the birds coming after us.  It was a worse scene than Bodega Bay.

And the Sheriff?  The Sheriff.  He did something that Girl Person had not seen before.  He did not think.  He did not pause.  He jumped in that bush, not knowing if there was an alligator in there.  He jumped in that bush to save us all.  And Sheriff Brickle? He was my hero.  From this day forward, I know.  I know that Sheriff Brickle will always help me. He will always save me.  And the world is good.  The world is so good.

I have lived my almost nine years wondering what else I could get in to.  And now, I can spend more years getting into more.  Because if the Sheriff is there to save me from the Alligator Birds, the Sheriff can do anything.  Girl Person says that everyone should have a Sheriff.  She said that true friends don’t think about helping you, they just do.  Kind of like I just roll in gross stuff.  I don’t think.  I just do.  And so, the next time that someone needs your help, and you can help, why not just do?

As we were running, and screaming…yes…loud…a man person on a bike was riding up the path.  And did he stop? Did he ask us what was wrong?  No.  He did not.  Because he didn’t know the danger of the Alligator Birds.  He didn’t care though.  And it made me love the Sheriff even more.  Yes.  I love him.  I said it.


I always wondered why the Sheriff watches everything when he could be doing everything like me.  But what I have found out is that in our world, there are all kinds.  There are ones that need help one day, and maybe they can help someone else the next.  Don’t be the ones that just ride by.

For the Sheriff, he made my world good.  He made me feel important.

I’m on the top of the world lookin’ down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I’ve found ever since you’ve been around
Your love’s put me at the top of the world

The Sheriff made me realize that if I am worth being saved and loved so much, the least I can do is help someone else in the future.  So if you need saving from any Alligator Birds, I am your dog.  Let me know.  I know how to deal with those things.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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