The Prime Suspect

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  The past few days have been hotter than hot.  Hotter than my brindle stripes.  Hotter than my attitude.  And hotter than a hot griddle with hot pancakes trying to stay out of the way of Deputy Digby Pancake.  And that’s hot.


Then, throw in a broken down air conditioner.


Throw in a broken down RV.


And then throw in a distraught couple of persons into the mix.


You might as well be making useless cookies with coconut shreds inside. Because who wants those stringy cookies? You know you have thought that. Don’t start me again on the raisins, or You. Are. Arrested.

Anyway, we were supposed to be leaving Memaw Macaw’s house yesterday.  It was a Monday and we knew that we had a lot to do to get ready, but we have been through this gig before.  We just haven’t had to deal with sabotage.  Sabotage, my friends. And it was a job for me like no other.  I could solve it.  I could do it.  Yet my time was short.  As short as my temper.  And I was on the lookout for a suspect.

First I thought that maybe Memaw Macaw had in fact wanted us to stay to finish helping her pack all of the crazy things she has.  I did not want to pack that fine porcelain from an old cleaning job.  I did not want to pack that cookbook from 1948 wrapped in plastic.  I did not want to pack Boy Person’s old girlfriend’s picture or that fake fish aquarium with fake rocks.  I did not want the creepy tiger picture either.  I am going to have nightmares about that. What. In. The. World.


But then I thought perhaps Lele was to blame.  Yes, everyone knows she is smitten with me.  Everyone is.  But Lele was busy hiding in all the boxes to even notice we were leaving.  I think it will be easier for her that way, not to have to say goodbye to the handsomest dog she will ever meet. So no, Lele was not a suspect in the sabotage of the RV.  She was only a suspect in love.


Then, there was only one suspect left around here…Tommy Cat.

The real reason we couldn’t leave today. #primesuspect

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I have had my eyes on Tommy Cat since we got here.  A free man of the wild, Tommy Cat likes to spend his days lounging and chasing varmits.  He then likes to harass me and cause me to chase him, which in turn gets me arrested by myself.  So to say that he is already a criminal around here is an understatement about as deep as my dirt hole.


So when we were about to leave on Monday, the crime spree started.  First, it started pouring down rain.  Huh.  Tommy Cat liked to watch raccoons eating his cat food in the rain.  It was like his relaxing entertainment. Did he do a cat rain dance on a Monday?

The persons thought about it and said we shouldn’t make the trek to Jacksonville, Florida in the rain. But hey.  Maybe we would anyway after Boy Person tied up some loose ends on the RV.  And so outside he went, only to find that something…had built a nest in the radiator.  And the loose ends turned into more loose ends with dead ends as useless as pizza crust.  We might have to stay an extra day.  And I wondered.  Where. Was. Tommy. Cat.


There he was, being Tommy Cat all by himself on top of Memaw Macaw’s car and his bowl of half eaten raccoon cat food.  I looked around, saw the broken RV and the rain, and thought that perhaps the most comfy accommodations around here in the thick, Florida air would be inside in some nice air conditioning.  Until.  I heard the persons saying that they wouldn’t work.  That everything we had was self destructing.  And this all seemed like a coincidence, except not.  Because although we had problems before, none had been all at once.  And I wondered.  Where. Was. Tommy. Cat. Now.  Because I was about to law down the law.

I found Tommy Cat, being all Tommy and a cat right behind the RV.  Another coincidence that was not a coincidence.  He ran up a tree and thought by doing that, he would make good and sure that we did not leave.  No, he didn’t want to be left here by himself with Memaw.  That is what he was yelling down to me.  He said that he had grown quite fond of us over the past month and that he perhaps was thinking of being a traveling cat.  I explained to him as I was writing his arrest report, that this was not the way to go about it.  First of all, he was about to be a traveling cat.  He had new places to go with Lele and Memaw Macaw.  He was going to have a new house…with air conditioning I might add.  He was going to start a new life of leisure as a man cat in a new world.  And I wished him well. But for all of the problems he caused trying to delay our trip to Jacksonville, I had one more thing to say.

Tommy Cat.  Is.  Arrested.


I did let him know that he would only be on probation so that he could cross state lines.  But that didn’t make his crimes any less.  As we came to an understanding, and we changed our travel plans to today, Girl Person tried to keep packing and not be disappointed.  You see, we have to make room for all of the people who will now be coming to finish the packing and the moving for Memaw Macaw.  Seems as though a Big Blue Treat Wagon RV can get a bit in the way when it takes up a whole driveway.

So as long as we receive no inference today from Tommy Cat, we should be taking this show on the road again.

Girl Person said that she needed to clean things up a bit before we headed out.  And so she was scrubbing and cleaning all of the dog hair. Everywhere. And with her last round, she took a breath and remarked that maybe this was our fresh start.  A new start.  And then.  The vacuum exploded hair and dust and dirt…all…over…her head.  And she said.  Yep.  That’s about right.  Tommy!!!

So we will ask one more time.  Will you join us? Are you ready? Let’s do this!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle 



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If This It…Please Let Me Know.

This is Deputy Digby.  Today is the day that we are going to try and leave again for the open road.  This is it.  I think. But is it ever really the end? Of anything? Even when I finish one meal, I know that there will be another one eventually.  Even when a stack of pancakes disappears before my eyes and in my stomach, I think of the next ones. So I think that maybe the end just makes a new beginning, even if it isn’t the same. And we are ready.  But even new beginnings are a little hard to get used to.  Yes, even for me.

Reflection. #saturday #weekendvibes #2travelingdogs

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Girl Person says that pulling out of the driveway here at Memaw Macaw’s house will be a little hard, so I am preparing myself.  We will be leaving our dirt holes and the gopher turtles.  We will be leaving the bottlebrush tree and the palm tree.  Of course we will be saying goodbye to Memaw Macaw, Lele and Tommy Cat for a little while too.  But we know that we will see them again.  Just in a different driveway and a different state.  The same goes for the orange grove where Girl Person used to live.

Eighth Generation In The Orange Grove

When we visit there again, we will be meeting new friends.  And that definitely doesn’t feel like the end to me.  So if this is it, and we are supposed to be sad, I am not feeling it.

I am only thinking about seeing the beach in Jacksonville, Florida again and sunshiney.


I am thinking about going to some new hiking places.  I am thinking about our road trip snacks again and the fear, but excitement, about what comes next after a month in Jacksonville.  But we have been here before.  And the end hasn’t come yet.  Instead of having endings, we have beginnings.  Every day.  And that is a pretty neat way to live. Even if you don’t know what is next.  Because really, no one knows what is next.  They just think that they do.


You may have noticed that we didn’t find a stick and bricks place to call home yet.  And we are thinking that maybe there is a reason, unlike raisins in cookies, because there is no reason for that.  So when you don’t know what path or adventure to choose, sometimes, you just let it choose you.  But you have to wait and see what you hear, what you feel, and that way, you know where to go.  Even if it isn’t what you planned, you may be in for quite a ride.

#Saturday #drivingwithdigby and #hueylewisandthenews

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We have the luxury of taking our house anywhere.  So today, we choose a place we really like, with the ocean and breeze and some of the nicest fans that we have met on this trip. And we will head back to our old campsite and sit for awhile.  For a month. It’s been tiring watching all of this packing and commotion.  It has been tiring watching the yard sale, chasing Tommy Cat and digging up cat poop.  So ocean? We are going to try and make it to you today.  The Big Blue Treat Wagon RV may have a few miles left on it.  Only it knows.


As we say farewell to the land that Boy Person and his brothers and sisters, Memaw Macaw, and her parents lived on for many years, we also say this is not it.  New families will come here.  New people will love this place too.  And sometimes, new love is like a shot of maple syrup.  It wakes you up, it makes you remember how good you can be.

If this is it, please let me know
If this ain’t love you’d better let me know
If this is it, I want to know
If this ain’t love baby, just say so

There is appreciation and excitement.  And so to cry when we say farewell would not do this land justice.  And as law enforcement, Sheriff Brickle and I are all about the justice.  So never think…this is it.  It is never “it”.  The new beginnings are right inside of us all.  Reflecting on what you have left behind is ok if you feel how it changed you and carry it with you to the next place.  So.  Here we go.  Wherever that may be.

Farewell, land.  Farewell, trees.  Farewell everyone, the animals, the people, the birds, the feelings.

See you soon…in my heart.

-Deputy Digby Pancake 


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Pawcast Podcast #18 West Virginia

West Virginia tried to rain on our parade, but killer trash can lids and bluegrass was just the beginning.

Mentioned in this podcast:

Homeward Bound West Virginia Animal Rescue

“Stop Hounding Me” Episode For West Virginia

West Virginia Apple Cobbler For Dogs Recipe

Chestnut Ridge Park in Bruceton Mills, West Virginia

Are You Waiting For A Last Day With Your Dog?

This was a week like many others for us…super busy. As we made preparations to head back on the road Monday, and tried to finish work assignments, TV appearances, and tied up loose ends, I seemed to really lose focus.  I lost track of time.  Sunday became Tuesday which became Thursday, Friday.  I was losing a day here or there.  I felt myself being caught up in a life that I used to have…no time, no sense of what was important.  I was headed down that road again, and it wasn’t the open road.  It was the road of putting my thoughts and heart on things that were less important than my dogs.  And if you know me by now…there is nothing more important than my family.  And yet, I started to remember and to sympathize with where many of our fans and friends are.  In the cycle of life that makes us believe we don’t have time to enjoy it.  Because yeah…maybe we don’t.  And that’s a dern shame.


I am not one to judge, or to say that one person loves their dog more than another by how much time they spend with them.  The fact is, we all have different circumstances and obligations.  But being immersed in “everything dog”, I often see the posts and the videos of dog parents giving their dogs “last days” when they become seriously ill. You may have watched them too.  The videos of dogs being taken to the dog park, or the beach, or given one last favorite meal.  And although this is heartwarming, I began to wonder.  Why were so many waiting? Waiting to treat their dogs how they wanted to all along? Waiting until it was time to say goodbye to give them their favorite foods.  And so I had an idea I asked a question on our Fan Group Page.  What is your dog’s favorite meal?  The responses were great.  Pizza, bbq, eggs, carrots, rice, chicken, lasagna…and we loved the “whatever I’m having”.  It was apparent that our fans really knew their dogs.


My next question was “would you wait until your dog’s last day to give them this meal that they love…or can you give it to them TODAY? So many times, we know people wait to give their dogs real food and their favorite meal until time is short. We shouldn’t wait!”.


My point of this was to make our fans think.  If their dogs were important to them, truly important, we aren’t saying to give them foods they shouldn’t eat.  But can we make their day just a little, well, special?  If we do that, how will it improve the relationship that we have with our dogs?  If we take the time to make their food, give them an extra long walk or to treat them the way they deserve to be treated, it will take some extra time, extra effort and extra thought.  But in the process, can we improve our own outlook on life, our priorities and our life’s direction?  Oh, our dogs can do so much for us.  Making us refocus, regroup and see the path we are on is just one of the ways dogs change our lives.  Life is not made up of one last good day for us…and it shouldn’t be for our dogs.  How can you get back on the path to your family who loves you unconditionally?  Put them first.  As one famous lady said…and we should add…”our dogs”.


The dog beach, the dog park, and that hike that you were waiting to take with your dog when you had the time is now.  The time to put away your phone is now.  Don’t wait until a last day.  Because you may never have that opportunity.

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

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In A Blaze Of Glory

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Well, the time is almost here for us to pull out of the driveway on Monday.  And as we start packing ourselves up, and Memaw Macaw packs her whole life up too, I can only sit out here in my dirt hole and think about the past month, and the persons are thinking about the past years on this land.  In this dirt.  And it is time.  Time for reflection.  And a pancake.


We didn’t know when we got here that Memaw Macaw would sell her house so fast.  The house that she grew up in.  The house that Boy Person’s grandparents lived in.  The land that Boy Person’s house was on, and then gone from.  The land with memories, bottlebrush trees, palm trees, gopher turtles and frogs.


This was the driveway that Boy Person thew his football down, and caught the school bus.  The driveway that Girl Person would drive down to visit him when they were kid persons.  And the land with all of his family’s memories…his brother, his sisters, his old dog named Digby before me.  The dirt with his family’s farm produce and grapefruit trees.  Where Boy Person’s grandma would sell tomatoes by the road.  And the place where all of the things that once lived here too were being packed away.  Like Boy Person’s old guitar.  Like Boy Person’s old truck.  Like all of the memories.


When the time comes to leave a place that you never think that you will leave, it is not easy.  In fact, just the thought of leaving this dirt hole is hurting my pancake heart.

So for Memaw Macaw, I can only think of what she is leaving too.  She has a really big dirt hole here.  As I get older, and a little slower, and a lot cuter, I see that persons have a hard time of passing days on a calendar too.  They can’t do as much as they used to.  They can’t do as much as maybe they want to. I remember that with Granny Person, and I see a little of that with Memaw Macaw.  But as I can still enjoy life, so can Memaw Macaw.  In fact, we can both enjoy life a lot.  She can also talk a lot, but that’s a story for another day when you have the time.  And no one has that much time.

But I got to thinking in my dirt hole. Maybe this moving on thing wasn’t such a bad thing right now.  Maybe it was time.  Maybe leaving when you don’t have to is what is best.  Maybe instead of driving away crying, driving away with the windows rolled down and breathing in the memories as you want to, instead of chasing them away is the best thing of all.

🎤🎼 A Thursday #DrivingWithDigby. #blazeofglory @bonjovi

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So many times, persons try to hold on to things that aren’t best for them.  A big yard with a leaking roof wasn’t the best for Memaw Macaw.  Maybe another place with family and those that have all day to listen to her besides Lele will be fun.  I know Lele will appreciate that.


And maybe Tommy Cat wants a new place to be himself.  Roaming without lots of traffic and dangers.


Leaving somewhere when you have a choice seems easy, I know.  But making those decisions for the persons is often the hardest part…not the packing, not the driving, not the moving.  But leaving when the going is good makes the new beginning more enjoyable.  And when the persons can finally realize that the land or even the house that they are leaving is not where the memories are kept, that is when I think that it can be an adventure.  A chance to even leave the memories behind you don’t want to think about.  That choice is theirs.  Leaving in a blaze of glory is better than leaving when you have no choice.  You can turn around and bid goodbye and tell yourself that you are worth more than where you had your beginning.  Life has just begun.

Our worth isn’t dependent on one place, or one memory I have come to see.  If I dwelled on how my life began, what could I have done with the rest of it?  Not one thing defines us. Not one house is who we are.  Find your worth not only in memories, but find your worth in moving on if you should.  And when you can.

We pull out of here on Monday and feel our adventures are just beginning to! Join us as we head back to Amelia Island, Florida for a little beach therapy and new explorations! Are you coming? Memaw Macaw will be headed to her new beginnings too in a blaze of glory. And we are proud.  Proud as a pancake. And that’s real. Proud.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Once Upon A Time

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Let me tell you a story.  I am handsome.  The end.


I figure that you probably came here to read more, so as usual, I will elaborate, although there really is no book better to read than the story of my handsome.  But Girl Person says that probably, persons have books of their own all around them.  They just aren’t bothering to pick them up.  And we want you to know that you should.


Some persons may say that their life is no fairy tale.  They say that the good outweighs the bad.  But I have to wonder.  Do they really see the book that is written every day, all around them? Because the part they play in it is important…but guess what?  You aren’t the most important character in it.

You see, yesterday, as we were hiking through the woods, we took a few moments to really see what was around us.  Or who…

We have gotten to know these characters pretty well the past month or so as we have been parked here at Memaw Macaw’s house.  And we know what part they play in the book.  The alligators, the snakes, the squirrels.  The  mosquitos, the wasps who bit Boy Person yesterday, the hawks.  Then you have the ospreys, the seahawks and the trees.  They all have their own agenda.  Every. Single. Day.  You see, they go to work too.  They have things to do. And you may be speeding by, not even knowing that they are there.


It’s a shame, too. Once upon a time, we missed seeing them.  For many, many years.  There were stories all around us every day.


And yet, we felt like we were too important and too busy to take notice.  It was better than any movie we could watch, it was better than any tv show that was on.  Because this fairy tale was actually real, with real characters.  And yet, some persons don’t see them that way.  Some persons want to pretend that all animals are the same, that they don’t really have their own personalities. And that makes them matter less to them.  And what I say to that is you are pretending.  Pretending so that you don’t have to understand.  It’s kind of like when Deputy Digby sees an empty plate.  He wants to ignore the obvious.

Life isn’t a fairy tale…or is it?  In my humble opinion which is not so humble, we seem to write a book everyday that IS not real.  The things that distract us, that take our time away from the real characters around us is the problem.  We can’t get away from all the bad in the world, that is true. But choosing to concentrate on the good is like a preface to the novel that you can start reading today.  Once upon a time, when you were young, you recognized the good days.  The good things in your day.  Try to remember.

Even if you think you had an ordinary day, we hope it was wonderful. #2travelingdogs

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If you choose to ignore the characters like the alligator, he may bite ya.  Don’t let the bad news or the bad people bite you.  Pick up that book…the one that is happening around you today and actually read it.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

P.S. We have a special tribute tomorrow to Boy Person’s home which we will be leaving on Monday. For good.  Stay tuned.


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Gophy The Gopher Turtle And The Dirt Hole

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  They don’t call me Digby for nothin’.  And they don’t call me pancake for nothin’.  But for once, I will be focusing today on the digging part of my name.  You may wonder why I always look so happy.  Except for the fact that I am so happy. I dig everything, y’all.  I dig it. And the deeper I dig, the happier I am.

I have learned a lot from my brother, Sheriff Brickle on the secret of happiness when it comes to your own dirt hole and the digging of it.  I have watched him for the last month here at Memaw Macaw’s house dig his hole.  Deeper.  And deeper.  And deeper than that.


And usually, I would be too lazy to dig my own hole.  But in fact, I just had to do it after a breakfast of eggies and pancakes.  And I picked yesterday to do it.  And once I started, I couldn’t stop.  I dug so deep that my hole had its own zip code.


I dug so deep that I was quite proud of myself. And although I know that we are only here until Monday, and then we are back on the road again, I thought it was only appropriate that I put up a no trespassing sign.  Because someone was trying to steal my dirt hole.


Gophy. Gophy the Gopher Turtle.

I knew his plan as soon as I saw him. There he was, being a gopher turtle on a Tuesday.

He was trying to act like he didn’t see my dirt hole, which I had worked so hard to dig.  He was acting like he was heading out in the depths of the old farm field and that he wasn’t eyeing my dirt hole with his turtle eyeballs. He was acting like he had a better hole than I had.  But I wasn’t falling for it.  I haven’t traveled across this country five times to have my dirt hole stolen the day after I dug it. I have been to rivers deep.  Mountains high. And this dirt hole was mine.

The Sheriff was watching the situation.  And he was on it.  On it like butter on a biscuit.  On it like mayonnaise on a mayonnaise sandwich.  On it like barking at a UPS truck. Whatever that means.  But it means business.

So as he put out his arrest warrant of daggers across the yard to Gophy, I saw Gophy investigate his options.  He could either steal my dirt hole, and who was I to argue with the teeth of a gopher, but I did not know if he had teeth, but I wasn’t taking the chance….or Gophy could turn around and head to his own tunnel, which I can only assume led to his house filled with turtle things.  Like chairs for turtles and a couch for a turtle, and a TV for a turtle. Maybe a refrigerator filled with cold lettuce on ice and a jug of swamp water.  I don’t even know where I get this stuff.


Gophy the Gopher Turtle thought about it for a second more.  And after seeing the Sheriff arrest the UPS truck, he decided that his aspirations of adding on to his house would have to wait.  At least until next week.  And we all thought that was a very good idea.  This hole wasn’t big enough for the both of us, and even if it was, I am not a good sharer. in fact, the thought that we have to leave here on Monday from Memaw Macaw’s house is making us all a little slower. Almost like Gophy.  We are looking longer at the bottlebrush tree.  We are staring a little harder at the grapefruit trees.  Except for Brickle.  He only knows how to stare at himself.


And as I watched Gophy the Gopher Turtle walk away, I wondered if it would be the last of our time together.  Would it be the last duel for the dirt hole?  And I knew it probably was.  Things come in and out of our lives as fast as the Sheriff’s moods.  It seems like we have been parked here forever, but in fact, it has been a month.  And in that month, we met Lele.  We met Tommy Cat.  We met the bottlebrush tree, the palm tree and Gophy.  And as we help pack up Memaw Macaw, we are packing away our own memories too.  But it’s time to move on.

For Gophy the Gopher Turtle, this is where his home will always be.  He doesn’t want to go anywhere else, and I suppose that must be a comforting thing.  For us, we are off to new holes on Monday.  But first, I plan to sit awhile.  In my dirt hole that will be someone else’s dirt hole soon.  Yes, Gophy.  You can have it.  I will sign over the papers. But not until Monday.  Until then, Girl Person says to learn from my dirt hole.  You see, if you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is to stop digging. Sometimes, we become so distracted by the bad things in life.  We worry about money.  We worry about health.  We worry about what may come to be tomorrow.  We could be focused on the sadness of leaving and missing our family, but we choose to enjoy what is around us for a few more days.  Because these days will never be here again. How deep is the ocean? How blue is the sky? You have to look to find out.

Continuing to dig deeper doesn’t help anyone except maybe a gopher turtle named Gophy.  And he already has a hole.  So stay in yours and make it good.  Just don’t dig any deeper.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Don’t Feed The Alligators Or Sell Lawn Mowers Or Ladders

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Do I look like I can sell ice cream to to a polar bear?  Do I look like I can sell a pie to a bakery that bakes pies?  You catch my drift and it smells good.  If my occupation was a salesman, I would rock and roll and rise straight to the top.  I would be on top of my game like maple syrup on a pancake. Like peanut butter on jelly.  Like brindle stripes on a catahoula.  That’s me.

But like any good salesperson, I know my clients.  I know who I am selling to. I have to know my territory.  And I have to respect when other salespersons have claimed an area.

Such was the case this past weekend.  You see, I knew my game plan for the day.  Since Memaw Macaw is moving, and she is packing and trying to get rid of stuff, she needs to sell some stuff.  And this is the last week that we are here with her. So I was surveying available places to sell her stuff to.  A good salesperson always does research.  But I knew right away that this neck of the woods was not a good territory for me.


I also knew what items I had to sell that day.  That makes the difference to a salesperson to.  For instance, if someone knocked on my door trying to sell me handsome, that would be futile.  So.  What did I have to sell? On the agenda was a ladder.  A really tall ladder.  And a lawn mower.  And I thought about it.  Would a ladder be needed here?  Well, only to get out of the way of the alligators who actually were already in charge of selling here because they are in charge of everything here.  And in such a situation, they would more than likely eat the ladder.  So yeah.  Not a good selling point.  Not a good territory.


And then the lawn mower.  Obviously, no one cared to mow the lawn here at this swamp and river.  I am all about innovation and introducing a product to the public when need be.  But the alligators in fact had this covered too.  They were their own mowers of sorts.  And so I left that territory with a new found goal.  I could do this. I could sell this ladder, which in fact Memaw Macaw had bought from another yard sale, which in fact makes no sense.  And I could sell this lawn mower.  Because.  Yeah. This is Florida and the grass grows as fast as Deputy Digby’s appetite.


I thought about it on the way back to Memaw Macaw’s house. And I guess Boy Person had already read my mind.  Since the ladder and the mower were already here, why tote them around door to door? This was not 1988 and I wasn’t selling encyclopedias.  The only thing you ever need to look up is why I am so handsome, but they don’t make encyclopedias anymore so the answer will never be known.

Boy Person had read my mind.  He had put the ladder and the lawn mower by the road with a sign that didn’t say “no swimming” like those alligators had put up in their territory. No, but this sign was much more effective.  $20.

This was good thinking on Boy Person’s part.  Although it was just the beginning to this week of packing and getting rid of stuff, well, it was a good start. And the persons had high hopes that they would sell quickly. But as good as a salesperson as I wanted to be, the Sheriff part of me…the biggest part of me, well, it had other ideas.


Because, you see, as much as I wanted to be the top salesperson in my category, I realized that I was the only salesperson in my category, and therefore, I would be at the top no matter what.  So when I realized this, I realized that even if I didn’t sell the ladder, and even if I didn’t sell the lawn mower, I would still be a success.  So I decided to do what I do best.  Sheriff it up.  And so every car that pulled up, I barked and growled and arrested them.  This went on all day.  This went on all evening.  And as Memaw Macaw came out to see if anyone had bought her goods, and realized that they had not, I could see the glimmer of approval in her eyes.  She didn’t want to get rid of anything after all.  And I had done her good, y’all.  Everyone. Is. Welcome.


Sometimes, we may be our biggest critic.  We may think that we aren’t good enough.  That we aren’t at the top of our game.  But if we do our best, being at the top is guaranteed.  You don’t have to climb any ladders to be a success.  I may not win any awards for my selling numbers.  I may not be an employee of the month. But the alligators can do it their way.  And I will do it mine.  You do it your way too.  Make yourself proud.  That is who counts.

Also, by the way, I have a ladder and lawn mower for sale.  Bahahahahaha! Come and get it.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

Just a few days left to purchase!




A Matter Of Trust

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  I am always one to sing the Sheriff’s praises…because he tells me to.  I am also one to tell the Sheriff when his leadership abilities should be worked on.  Actually, I usually do that under my breath and he doesn’t hear me.  My very. Bad. Breath.  But this past weekend, well, not only was I singing the Sheriff’s praises, but I also wrote his probation report in the same hour.  I can multi-task, even when pancakes and maple syrup are not involved.  Trust me.


Because I know about trust, y’all.  You can trust that the sun will come up every morning.  You can trust that the sky will be blue.  You can trust that I will have rolled in something I should have not each day.  You can trust I will always find unmentionable things to dig up and eat on the trails.  But you can also trust that I will always have a good day.  You can trust that I always like to drive, no matter what day of the week it is.

(Sound on) 🎼🎤 Sunday #drivingwithdigby thru the 🍓 fields

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But in my short nine years of being Deputy Digby Pancake, I myself can trust that I never know what the day will bring. I trust that at the end of the day, well, you have to be content when you can end it with the ones you love. No matter what happened during that day.  Even if Girl Person almost gets hurt and Sheriff Brickle almost gets hurt worse.


And this Saturday, I appreciated that more than ever.  The day started off just fine, avoiding alligators and the such in this Florida place.  I will tell you more about that tomorrow, by the way.  My multi-task is being all used up at the moment. Trust me though.  I’ll get back to it.


On Saturday, as Girl Person was briefing us on the next day’s activities, she realized that the car needed gas.  We were all really hot here in this Florida place.  Really.  Hot.  And even I could tell, after our long hike avoiding alligators, that Girl Person needed a nap or something.  She wasn’t even paying attention to the Scarey Blue Jean Man Person walking up behind her…around the gas pump.  She was trying to hurry the gas filling situation, watching the pump spin around like a Las Vegas slot machine.  I have been to Las Vegas.  I know.  I also know that she had just about a good of a chance at wining at the gas pump.  Trust me.

But as I watched the Scarey Blue Jean Man Person get closer and closer, I started to become worried myself.  What was he doing?  What did he want?  And when I get worried, that is a cause for concern.  The Sheriff was already on it, but the doors were locked, Girl Person was in her own world, and the Sheriff knew he had to do it.  He had to be the Sheriff.  Immediately.  Loudly.  Forcefully.

As the Scarey Blue Jean Man Person started to talk to Girl Person, I noticed he had no car.  He had no reason to talk to her.  And he had no reason to be afraid…until the Sheriff became the Sheriff.

As the Scarey Blue Jean Man Person got closer, Sheriff Brickle lunged at him, growled, barked.  He pulled everything out of his Sheriff hat that he had.  The Scarey Blue Jean Man Person I could tell, had not even known he was there until it was too late, and I can only imagine he was running to the bathroom as he was running away.

As you can imagine, Sheriff Brickle was proud of himself, and Girl Person was a little shook up.  And not in a good way either.

Girl Person didn’t wait to jump in the car, and as she sped away, she forgot the gas cap.  Now, in the big scheme of things, a gas cap is only a gas cap.  In fact, it doesn’t even deserve to be mentioned in the big scheme of things.  But persons need such things to keep cars running good to take me to IHop, so she texted Boy Person that he needed to go buy one on his way home from soccer.  It had been a long day.  It was still almost 90 degrees at 7 o’clock at night, and we were all tired.  At least I thought that we were all tired…

As Girl Person thanked Sheriff Brickle for about the millionth and fifth time for protecting her at the gas station and scaring away the Scarey Blue Jean Man Person, I saw a look in his eyes.  He was not punching out on the time clock yet.  He saw Tommy cat in the distance.


And just as Girl Person was putting his leash on, he pushed her out of the way and jumped out of the car.  Literally. Nope. I didn’t do it this time.  Not me!

Now, if you know Girl Person, and you might know her a little, you know that in situations like this, she loses all decorum.  She loses all sense of loudness and civility.  She instead chooses to scream so loud that people on the other side of the world can hear her.  And in this particular scenario, I can’t say that I blamed her as I watched helplessly from inside.  You see, Memaw Macaw lives on a very busy road, with a lot of traffic and people driving too fast.  And Girl Person feared the worst.  She knew the worst was about to happen.  And all she could do was run and scream so loud that Memaw Macaw ran out of the house in her pajamas chasing Girl Person thru the backyard too. You see, Tommy cat had instead decided to run away from the road.  And this was the best thing that could have happened.  As he ran up the tree, the Sheriff hit a speed trap on his pursuit, and Girl Person was able to catch him.  Just. In. Time.

Girl Person grabbed the Sheriff like I grab a bite of pancakes off a fork.  If I used a fork. Which I don’t have time for.  But you get the idea.  She ushered him inside with Memaw Macaw asking every question she could think of in her pajamas which I might add was not an appropriate time of day for pajamas, but who am I to judge when in fact pancakes are breakfast, you eat breakfast in pajamas, and so maybe we should all wear them all day.  But anyway.  Girl Person lost her sense of not crazy again, started crying about gas caps and Scarey Blue Jean Man Monsters and cats up trees.  And I trusted that she may in fact be losing it.

I trusted my instincts on that one.  It had simply been a ruff day.  A hot, ruff day with scariness and drama.  Yet, Girl Person decided to stop.  She looked at me, she looked at Brickle.  She looked at herself.  And she called Boy Person who calmed her down, simply asked if everyone was ok, and then asked how many bottles of wine we had.

They say that all is well that ends well.  And it was that simple.  Our day may have been filled with things that we wanted to forget.  But we wouldn’t forget the lessons.  Girl Person learned that she had to be more aware of who and what was around her.  She also was reminded that our leashes were not to be taken off ever, unless we were safely inside. Sheriff Brickle learned that Tommy Cat is faster than him on any day, even with his sirens on.  Tommy Cat learned that he couldn’t meow at the Sheriff all day and cross his path and tease him anymore.  And we all learned that we can’t always control what happens in our day, but if we are safe and together at the end of it, that is all that matters.


If there is one thing in this world that we trust, it is our love for each other. We would give our lives for each other, and in the span of an hour, that almost happened.  As Gandpa once said, “never think you got it licked”. You see, even though we have traveled across the country five times, and have been on adventures, too many to count, things can happen in an instant.  No matter where you are, or who you are.  Never think that something can’t happen to you.  Tomorrow is never guaranteed.  You can trust me on that one.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

P.S. Girl Person will be headed to the NBC studios on Tuesday to film a cooking segment for dogs that will air on Thursday.  Stay tuned for more information!

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Pawcast Podcast #17 Pennsylvania

Our travels thru the great state of Pennsylvania with Brickle and Digby were eventful…as always.  In this podcast we discuss cheesesteak, a small animal rescue that drove hours to meet us, and a bridge unlike no other.

Mentioned in this podcast:

Philly Cheesesteak For Dogs Recipe

Strayhaven Animal Shelter

“Stop Hounding Me” Episode For Pennsylvania