Status Report #4…Narrowing and Rain


This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle and I am here to give you status report #4.  Sit down, relax and listen.  Or…you.  Are.  Arrested.  Sit it.

This week has been so busy for the persons and it’s messing up my schedule and my sunshiney time and they better hurry up and take care of a few things.  First thing.  The RV.  The RV.

So they went to a big place with a million RV’s and a million people trying to sell them and they had no peanut butter cookies in said RV’s and they got frustrated and left.  Well, that and too much money.  So they went and looked at a person’s RV far, far away.  It was nice, real nice.  Selling points from the person selling the RV? Let’s see..well.  They said it held lots of liquor, yes they said that.  He said that people threw up in the washing machine, yes, he said that.  He said that it was used to take persons drinking liquor and throwing up in washing machines to football games.  Yes, he said that.  Since it was so nice, Boy Person and Girl Person decided to keep looking, Boy Person climbed on the roof to check for leaks and a rainstorm came with lightening which in turn almost struck them and so that called an end to that.  But, beggers can’t be choosers, we are running out of time, and so this RV is on the list still. Yep, they cleaned it.  And they say dogs are dirty.

The second RV was also from a person it was far away to look at, about 3 hours.  Boy Person went and Girl Person stayed with us and well, he took the house key and locked us out till nighttime. Yep, he did that.  What about the RV?  Junk all inside, a shower that backed up and well, it is on our list of narrowing.  Yep, it’s a toss up. Throw up in the washing machine or a backed up shower?  We are out of time.  And we’ve gotta make a decision.

What about the rain I mentioned?  Well, we have tried to have a yard sale for two weeks in a row and first week it rained on all our stuff, second week, we couldn’t even put out our stuff.  So this week? OH, well, 90% chance of rain according to the weatherman.  I can’t make this stuff up.

Then. Girl Person decided she needed a change and got her hair chopped off and cried all night last night.  I can’t even explain this behavior and don’t want to arrest her, and I certainly can’t arrest her hair cause its gone.

You may think, wow Sheriff, what a status report.  Anything good happen this week?  Oh yeah, it did.  This.

After all the crazy days, after all the chaos, after all the mistakes, after everything, this is the view we had at night.  This planning thing is hard on the persons, but we have to remember our goal of the Adventure Of A Lifetime.  We need your support and encouragement to keep going.  Let’s see what happens in the next couple of days…think positive for us! WE can do this!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

Packing Up


This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  I love packing.  Said no one ever.  I pretty much could end the blog there today.  That’s how exhausted I am watching my persons pack.  And yep, I have been through this before.

The persons will not tell me and Digby the exact date yet that we are leaving in May.  They keep telling us that it is a surprise and that moving this time is going to be really, really moving!  They tell us that we are going to be in a new state every week for a year and then we will get a house somewhere awesome. They say that this move is a fun one but I’m not sure that living in an RV for a year with the smell of Digby Pancake is going to be fun.  Not everyone can smell like peanut butter.  It would be good if they did. But I bet you would get licked a lot which is not necessarily a bad thing maybe.  But you would attract ants.  No ants please.

I don’t even remember what I was talking about anymore. Oh yeah, packing.  Girl Person says first things first. She says she has to make sure we have all of our food and snacks and vitamins and toys and beds for me and Digby. She says we are the bread winners so we have to be pampered.  I see no bread around here, how did I win that and maybe the person should eat more bread, they are looking sickly thin from all this packing.

Packing is definitely going to be light because we can’t fit much in an RV.  Not much at all.  So question of all questions, how is Digby’s butt fitting in there? You can’t even pack that.

Looks like packing will be going on for the next few weeks.  I am going to go now so I can suggest a bigger box for my peanut butter cookies.

Status update #4 is tomorrow! Don’t miss it!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

Is This Your Trash?



This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  And I have one question for you today.  Is this your trash?

Everyday on our hiking trails, no matter where we go, we find trash, trash, trash.  I don’t understand how you can be in the great outdoors and then throw trash on it.  Apparently, you appreciate the woods and nature, so what in the world are people doing?

As you can see, I help carry out the trash and Digby does too.  Problem is, when it is a wrapper that has peanut butter on it, I kinda hide it.  There are no pancake wrappers, usually, although Digby Pancake is mad about this.  I tell him that if he was happy to find a pancake wrapper, that would actually be wrong because then he would be supporting trash.  I don’t mention the peanut butter.

Needless to say, if I see anyone throwing trash at our hiking places, they are arrested immediately.  No questions asked.  I do have a question though that is really perplexing me.  Why do people pick up their dog’s poop in bags and then leave the bags on the trails? This makes no sense, absolutely none!!  Please enlighten me on this one. Are there dog poop fairies in the woods that are going to take them to the trash cans? I doubt it.

Boy Person is even getting in on our efforts to clean trash up.  He started an Instagram account, isthisyourtrash.  So if you want to see what we find in the woods, and what we do to clean it up, why not follow him? Don’t tell him I told you…he kinda is shy about what good things he does.

So everyone today, I have a request.  If you find trash, any trash, pick it up!  Throw it away and be happy about it and know that I will not arrest you.

Have a great day everyone!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle






The Ax Murderer.

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This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  And Girl Person has me on high alert for an ax murderer.

I know, it’s Monday, you are trying to get back to work and recover from the weekend, but this is serious.  I have no idea what an ax murderer is, but Girl Person says it is the only explanation for our behavior.

We live in that Florida place, so a lot of people come here to escape the cold or something and they usually only stay for a few months at a time.  Since we are on the water, you can imagine that these snow bird persons are here, then gone, then here, then gone.  And one of these birds brought an ax murderer.  A dog.  You may remember the one we talked about, the black and white cocker spaniel dog.  AKA ax murderer I guess.

You see, every time we even think we see this dog on a walk with his birds, we flip out.  I growl and lunge and Digby does the same. Then we start fighting with each other because we are all worked up and it is chaos and mayhem and sometimes Girl Person ends up on the ground.  The bird persons look at us in horror, absolute horror.  It has gotten so embarrassing that when they see us, they turn the other way and we bark all the way home.  Yesterday, they walked out of there birdhouse, saw us and went back in.  Girl Person is mortified.

Girl Person keeps asking us what in the world is our problem.  Yes, we love everyone and everything, even the neighborhood cats and rabbits.  But how can we like an ax murderer? Girl Person says that is the only logical conclusion to our behavior and that she hopes these birds with their ax murderer leave soon for all of our safety.

Yes, I have told Girl Person she is being over dramatic.  That as Sheriff, I am law enforcement and I have no proof yet that this is true.  Although now that I think about it, all the chicken bones in our street could be due to the ax murderer!! I am putting it all together now, I really am.  Time to get out my pad and paper.  I have an arrest to make.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle


The Couch Island. Hammertime.


This is Deputy Digby Pancake and it’s been a long week.  The persons have been getting rid of junk at yard sales, packing up stuff in boxes and looking for an RV.  Why don’t you let me buy one?  Just get one with an oven to bake pancakes, a fridge to store pancakes (I like them cold and refreshing) and a couch for my butt to sit on after I eat pancakes.  Simple!  Good grief, why do persons make everything so hard?

As I was saying, it’s been a long, long week.  And you would think that at the end of the night, I could sit on a couch and be able to move positions if I want to .  Wrong.  Sheriff Brickle has other ideas.  Last night, there I am, resting on a Thursday night and I see the evil eye.  The Sheriff evil eye which is the worst.  I had already started to move and turn around when I got the growl.  Oh please, yeah, don’t disturb the Sheriff.  Like he’s the only one that works around here.  But needless to say, what he says goes and I was too tired to argue.  So it was freeze.  Hammer time.


Apparently, I can’t touch nothin.  Not his couch, not his floor, not his brindle beauty.  I was stuck on this couch.  This couch island. Stop. Hammertime.

I have no idea actually what MC Hammer has to do with any of this.  I like the tunes, no secret about that.  And this is a good one.  It would be better if I was in the video, although I wouldn’t wear these pants or any pants for that matter.

How long was I stuck on this couch island? Girl Person had to escort me off of it and tell Brickle to let me go with a warning.  Guess he needs his beauty sleep, an attitude correcter, or maybe he has an unhealthy attachment to couches.  Oh, how I wish I could arrest him.

Have a great weekend everyone!

-Deputy Digby Pancake




Status Update #3


This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  I look happy, don’t I? Fooled ya.  I am delirious.  And it’s my job to give you Status Update #3 on the Adventure Of A Lifetime.

Ok, good news first.  Yes, we are still leaving in May.  I told you last week that we have our first place to stay scheduled….Jekyll Island, Georgia! More details to come on that.

Now to disclose the next states. New places we have booked (specific cities are a surprise still) are Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina and Virginia in that order!  This is really happening.

Before we leave our beloved state of Florida, we will be giving you our favorite places to stay and visit here along with our favorite beaches, dog parks and eateries.  And there is somewhere cool to have wine.  I know, I know, in Florida? Leave it to Girl Person to find it.

Oh, Florida.  I think you are trying to keep us here.  Because you guessed it…we still haven’t found an RV big enough for my handsome and Digby’s butt.  Or Girl Person’s wine.  We still have a little time..a little.  Don’t worry, if I need to, I will arrest all the RV’s and live in them all.  Don’t make me do it.

And we are STILL having yard sales, getting rid of everything we don’t need which is all our junk excluding dog treats. And pancakes. And peanut butter cookies.

Now, for the part I don’t really wanna write because it makes me sad, and that affects my handsome which affects my appetite for peanut butter cookies.  We are already starting to miss everyone.  Our family.  Our friends.  All these persons who have supported us through all our crazy decisions…even this one, because they know we have to do this.  It doesn’t seem real yet that we are leaving this Florida place in May.  It just doesn’t.  How thankful we are to our Country Cousin Person who let us stay at her beach house for 6 months when it was supposed to be one week!  And thankful to our Gandma and Gandpa for letting us have sleepovers and meals and listening to our crazy plans when they are trying so hard not to miss us.  But what I am going to say, which is on the bright side, is that Digby Pancake reminded me that who knows where we will end up after our trip?  We may end up back in Florida, maybe California, who knows? Because for once in our lives, we aren’t going to plan the future.  We are going to go where this trip leads us and keep an open mind!

And last but not least, how thankful we are to all of our fans who have supported us, followed us and loved us since 2011.  Don’t forget, this trip, this Adventure Of A Lifetime is our gift to you.

Thanks everyone! Wishing you a wonderful day!  You are now dismissed.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle



The Chicken Bone Epidemic


This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle and we have an epidemic on our paws.  I think it is presents from heaven, but Girl Person uses the word epidemic.

Every night on our walk, we get to see all kinds of things.  Sea ducks and sea gulls.  Bo the cat on a leash, Amy my girlfriend and also Sir Benny.  We also keep our noses close to the ground on the lookout, I mean sniff out, for chicken bones.  And we always find them.

Where do all of these chicken bones come from? Are persons walking around all day long in the street eating chicken wings and being happy with pants on and then throwing them on the ground? Are monsters going into people’s trash cans and pulling out chicken bones and throwing them on the ground as some kind of warning to us all?  I have no idea. But thank you persons or monsters, or whoever.

It’s not like we find steak bones.  Or zucchinis.  Or cucumbers or pizza in the road for that matter.  Chicken bones, chicken bones, chicken bones. Girl Person says she is tired of prying them from our mouths and whoever is doing this must be stopped.  But who can stop them?  I am the Sheriff and I am definitely not arresting them.  I am giving them an award.  So who?  Donald Trump? No, he is too busy running for President.  What about Digby? NO, he has the bones in this mouth.  Boy Person? Nope, he’s a vegetarian.  So it’s up to you I guess.  Problem is, if you stop the chicken bone party, I have to arrest you. Makes total sense, eh?

Needless to say I am looking forward to our evening walk.  I hope wherever our travels lead us this year that there are chicken bones along the way.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

Paw Brake


This is Deputy Digby Pancake and Sheriff Brickle isn’t the only one who wants to make arrests around here.  Someone needs to send Boy Person to driving school or make him hand over the keys, either one.

Have you ever been driving with someone, and they are just, well, a bad driver? They brake too early or too late (Boy Person).  They forget to turn on the radio and talk to themselves or maybe they turn up the radio too loud (Boy Person).  When they do turn on the radio, it’s totally bad music and not the oldies which I prefer (Boy Person).  And then worse infraction ever? They don’t stop at IHop when you ask them too or when you bark loudly at it (Boy Person).

So for all of the above reasons, I really want to arrest Boy Person today.  Problem is, if I tell the Sheriff to arrest him, we may not have a ride to the hiking place and I don’t know how long he will be in jail because Brickle is in a bad mood today.  I’m not sure what to do.  So maybe, maybe, I will sit back, relax and use my paw brake when necessary today. Problem is, I won’t be able to see when the light is yellow or red or green so perhaps maybe that is not a great idea.

But I can tell you one thing.  Although I won’t be recommending his arrest, I will still be barking at IHop.

Have a great day everyone and drive safe! Don’t make your dog use the paw brake!

-Deputy Digby Pancake



Hey Good Lookin…Whatcha Got Cookin?


This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  I woke up like this.  Hungry.  Collar all a mess.  A double and triple chin combined.  It’s Monday.

When you wake up, and you can’t seem to get it together, you think of ways on how to wake up.  I say pancakes.  I always say pancakes.  How do I get them?

Sheriff Brickle seems to think that flattery will get you everywhere.  So since it’s Monday, and since I really want pancakes, how about I sing you a song? Sing with me.

Now that you have sang along, hey good lookin…whatcha got cookin? How about cookin some pancakes up for me?

I think that it would make me feel better and make you feel better and make us all feel better together on this Monday.  Can you imagine the good things that could happen in this world today if everyone just stopped and made some pancakes for someone else? I can only imagine the pawsibilities!

Girl Person says that I need to wake up because unless I wake up, Brickle won’t get out of bed and if he isn’t doing his Sheriff duties, the world will be a mess.  I will only get up for pancakes.  Come on…did I tell you how gorgeous you are today?

Have a great day everyone!

-Deputy Digby Pancake


That’s The Spot!


This is Deputy Digby Pancake and it’s Friday! Friday! Friday!  And it’s going to be a great day.  Even for Girl Person, because her day can only get better.

You see, Girl Person is a stalker.  She takes our pictures all day long.  She’s always there, and well, sometimes she is on my nerves.  Can’t a celebrity get some peace and quiet around here?

So this morning, we were hiking, it was hot in this Florida place, and we decided to hike a little into the woods and sit down for a spell.  I don’t know why I talk like that, sometimes the southern boy comes out of me.  So Girl Person gave us a drink and she had a drink, and she did it again.  Picture, picture, picture.  Does it ever stop?  She sat down to rest a bit, but little did she know, I had already peed a bit.  Right in that spot.

She kept sitting there. I thought I needed to keep her there a little longer, so I sat in front of her to scratch my back too.  She kept taking my picture, as you can see above.  She was pretty proud of all her thousands of pictures until she stood up and you guessed it.  She had a wet butt.  She looked at me, I looked at her and I had to laugh a little.  I need a camera. I think I know where I can get one stalker Girl Person!

Have a great weekend everyone!

-Deputy Digby Pancake