No Plans


This is Peanut Butter Brickle and we had a great day exploring Rhode Island yesterday! Who knew that such a small state in size would have such a big personality? Kind of like me and my corn dog tail. Small in size, big on handsome.

We decided that a great way to see Rhode Island was to really explore. So we made no plans this time and just drove. We came upon a farm and a state park all in one and decided that it was a great place for a hike. After Girl Person looked up on the internet to see if dogs could be there, we set off on a hike through the tulip farm. It was a quiet place, and gave Girl Person a little time to think. Which is not always a good thing I have to tell you. She has been kind of homesick these last few days. Although, I do have to make the point that we have no home now except for this Big Blue Treat Wagon, and that is where we call home now.

You see, it rained the night before, and when we woke up, the air smelled a bit like that Florida place. And Girl Person said she needed another cup of coffee to feel better. So hey, I am feeling homesick too. I need another peanut butter cookie.

Anyway, the hike did us good and all was well until a bunch of ticks decided to jump on us and it took a bit for us to get them all off. After that, we set off on a drive with the music up on Rhode Island’s bumpy roads and just enjoyed the air. It really is something special to drive through areas of the country that you have never seen before and that you may never see again in fact. The people here have been so welcoming and we can’t wait to visit our picked, Connecticut rescue today, The Abandoned Dogs Of Rhode Island. Let’s see what we can find out about them and what furkids we can meet! So, here we are, on this Adventure Of A Lifetime and are able to spend another day in Rhode Island! Here we come!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

Pawcast Podcast #2 Georgia


On our second Pawcast Podcast, Boy Person and Girl Person discuss their trip from Florida to Georgia on this Adventure Of A Lifetime.  Also, we highlight the great things that there are to do with your dog in Georgia and a recipe you can make for your dog!




Thanks For The Fried Chicken, Rhode Island


This is Deputy Digby Pancake. And I am loving Rhode Island so far because of one thing. Did you know that fried chicken grows on the side of cliffs there? I didn’t either! And we were pleasantly surprised!

Sometimes, when you travel, you think you know if you will like a place or not. You look up all kinds of things on the internet thing and make an opinion before you even get there. If you are like Sheriff Brickle, you already know if you are going to arrest everyone there or not. Wish is usually yes. Everyone. Is. Arrested. But after visiting New Port, Rhode Island yesterday, I decided that I like this Rhode Island place. I like it very much.

We walked a very long walk behind all kinds of big houses that people who own a lot of pancakes and peanut butter cookies live in. Guess because we are dogs, we weren’t allowed to go inside, and Girl Person says if me and Brickle aren’t welcome, she ain’t going either.

So we walked and looked at the ocean a long time and the houses with many pancakes and cookies, and it was making me hungry. Very hungry. So Girl Person said let’s go look at the ocean a little bit closer and there it was. Fried chicken, lots of fried chicken growing out of the rocks. Have you ever heard of such a thing? The bucket was even there and a grocery store receipt, and that made no sense to me. The persons said that someone threw their trash everywhere. I saw no trash! I saw fried chicken and I was going to get it! Forget about fishing, I am catching fried chicken right here!

So I snatched it up and Brickle did too and that is when the persons tried to get it out of our mouths and that made me try to eat it even faster. Which made the persons upset and well, too late. I ate about three pieces in three gulps and the persons were not happy. Sheriff Brickle takes forever to eat, so he wasn’t able to consume as much as me. His loss. All of this made Girl Person start laughing and Boy Person told me that was my dinner and hoped I didn’t get sick. Listen, I have ate worse things than fried chicken growing out of the sides of cliffs in Rhode Island. The joke is on the people living it up in their mansions full of pancakes and cookies. I found fried chicken, baby.

-Deputy Digby Pancake


Welcome To Rhode Island!


This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Welcome to Rhode Island!

Our drive yesterday wasn’t too long. And it was a good thing, because we all got sick in the morning. Boy Person almost passed out, and then Girl Person got worried and tried to help him and almost had to call the doctor person, although she would’t have known where to find one where we were! We were scared, and Boy Person had to lay on the floor for a few hours until he was able to move. Right when he was feeling a little better, Girl Person decided to eat some nuts and gave us a couple too. That’s when she got doubled over in pain, and there we went again. Brickle and I must have iron stomachs, because we didn’t get too sick. Someone had to take care of the persons and it was us. Within a few hours, we were able to pull ourselves together, and the persons decided that there was probably something wrong with the nuts they ate. They threw them away and they will not be eating anything like that for quite a while I suppose.

To make us all feel better, we decided to stop at a dairy on the way to Rhode Island before we got out of Connecticut. It had cows and lots of ice cream I must say! Brickle and I got one to share, and the persons decided that they needed some to keep up their strength. Before this trip, Girl Person didn’t like ice cream. She thought it was too cold. But now, she is starting to like it when we stop at the dairies. And she says that her Pappy used to have cows when she was little and it makes her feel a little like home. Well, our home now is the Big Blue Treat Wagon wherever it is parked!

We are looking forward to starting our week tomorrow in Rhode Island. Let’s see what we can find to do. Girl Person says that it is a small state, but a beautiful one. We go to our rescue on Thursday and will keep you up to date on that. For now, sit back, relax, and enjoy your time with us in Rhode Island. I still haven’t figured out if this is an island or not yet by the way.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

We Will Miss You, Connecticut!


This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle, and it has been a great week here in Connecticut.  But like all places on our trip, it is time to leave, and today we are headed to a Rhode Island place.  Is it really an island?  I have no idea and know nothing about it, so that tends to make me think I need to arrest it.  We will see, we will see.

Connecticut was a great place.  We got to relax, see waterfalls, go on hikes, see rivers, go to wineries with Girl Person and even visit a rescue.  We actually are sad to leave here because it was a wonderful surprise.  Yes, we had a few hiccups like pulling Girl Person out of her chair a few times, down a mountain and also generally were arrested every day.  But when you are tired, you do crazy things, and so Girl Person made us rest a bit.  Enough of that! It is time to head to Rhode Island, which I do not know if it is really an island.

We are looking forward to what we will find in the Rhode Island place.  Hopefully, there are fields of peanut butter cookies and pancakes.  If it is really an island and it has that, I may never leave.  So….here we come Rhode Island! We will really miss you Connecticut.  Thank you for a wonderful stay.  If I hadn’t been so busy arresting myself, I would arrest you for being so awesome.  Just because I feel like it.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

We have a big giveaway on our Facebook page today from 4-Legger!  Go to our page and enter at 10 a.m. EST!

Nope. Now There’s A Problem.


This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Let me start off by saying this.  The Sheriff and I are both arrested.  It is only because we have a job to do that I am allowed to write this blog today.

As you can see, we have a pretty good set up here at camp in Connecticut.  Apparently though, this trip seems to be catching up with us and the persons too.  We have been pushing ourselves a lot, and having a great time.  But due to the actions of yesterday, it has become apparent that we all need a bit of a breather.  So yes, the persons are arrested as well.

What happened?  Yes, I am getting to that.  First off, the Sheriff woke up in a very bad mood yesterday.  Girl Person knew he wasn’t feeling very well right off and made us rest the whole day.  I was also very tired and so I took advantage of Brickle’s bad mood too.  We have been on the road for about seven weeks now and it has been seven weeks of constant change and traveling.  Someone was really nice to Girl Person and bought her a massage at a spa yesterday.  She was so excited, but was nervous about leaving us with Boy Person for a couple of hours.  Yes, Boy Person takes care of us.  But not like Girl Person.  And we were not happy about it at all.  Combine that with Brickle’s bad mood and you had an equation for disaster.  There was about to be a problem.

So.  Girl Person called Boy Person on her way home.  She had stopped at a grocery store to get our dinner and the person wine.  Well, you cannot buy person wine in many places here.  And especially not grocery stores.  And so Girl Person was distraught.  What would she do?  She tried to stop at every store and no wine.  No wine.  She called Boy Person again while we were still waiting by the way, and said she would try her best to find some.  An hour later, she found a wine store.  She was happy, but we were not.  She had taken too long.  And we could tell time.  Believe me.

So she brought her groceries in and cooked our dinner, and we were mad it was late.  We were starving all because she got a massage.  Unacceptable.  We were eating al fresco and Brickle takes too long to eat.  So I decided to take a bite.  And all heck broke loose.  Now there’s a problem.

About once a year, Brickle and I have the fight of all fights.  And it’s loud.  And it sounds awful. And the whole campground heard it.  Girl Person was scared, she yelled for Boy Person who flew out of the RV.  We didn’t mean to hurt each other, but my ear was bleeding and Girl Person’s leg got caught in it and she started crying.  Can I buy her another massage?  Right about this time, Boy Person put Brickle inside and Girl Person tried to remedy my ear.  Then a camper walked over and asked if everyone was ok.  She thought a rabid dog had attacked us.  No, that would be Brickle.  And the persons tried to smooth it over, but they were upset.  Now there was a problem.

So Girl Person took us on walks separate and started feeling bad that she was punishing us.  So she took us on another walk together.  That should have been the end of it, and Girl Person thought it was.  So she sat in her unsturdy chair to relax a minute and that is when a camper walked by with a dog.  You can probably guess what happened.  Girl Person. Out.  Of.  Chair.  Again, can I buy her another massage?  Nope.  Now there’s a problem.

The campers looked at us in shock.  Girl Person put us inside and asked us why we were doing this to her? She said that she knew we were just being dogs, but we were really hurting her feelings.  She poured herself that wine that caused all the problems in the first place and went to take a shower in the quarter operated camp shower since ours is still broke.  Yeah, I thought I would throw that in because well, that is not our fault.

Boy Person told her to just relax and tomorrow was another day.  He said we all have bad days, even dogs, and we all have to be patient with each other on this trip.  Did we get our “presents” last night, our treats?  Of course we did.  Arrested or not, some things never change, and the love we have for each other doesn’t either.

Did everyone catch the persons first podcast?  Click here if you didn’t!!  

Have a great weekend everyone!  We love ya!

-Deputy Digby Pancake.




This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle and I realized something yesterday.  We are tourists or something.  It seems like wherever we go on this Adventure Of A Lifetime, we kind of stand out.  I guess my handsome good looks and Deputy Digby’s cute factor is enough to throw everyone into a tizzy.  What a tizzy is, I do not know, but they are in it.

But anyway, everyone asks Girl Person and Boy Person if they can pet us.  And I like it.  I like it a lot.  Unless it’s a little person monster with flailing arms and foaming at the mouth, then I do not like it.  And persons ask us if we are service dogs with our harnesses on.  Girl Person always has a lot of explaining to do.  She likes to talk and talk and talk and tell them that we pull out of collars and this is how she can keep us from running away.  Well, up our peanut butter cookie and pancake allowance and maybe we would not do that.   So yeah, we kind of stand out like tourists.  Might as well be carrying a backpack through a city or something like we hike wherever we go.  This sentence is a hint to Girl Person by the way to get a purse instead of a backpack. I am also the fashion police.  My job never ends.

So yesterday, we went to Mystic Seaport in Connecticut. It was awesome.  Persons wanting our pawtographs.  I tell ya what.  You can have all the pawtographs you want from Digby.  He will pee on whatever.  I do not sign pawtographs. I sign arrest reports.  After we toured the place like the tourists we are, Girl Person and Boy Person got us ice cream.  So yes, it was a good day.  I forgot to mention that we visited Friday’s Rescue Foundation too and met a bunch of cool, wheelchair furkids.  Look for our story this weekend.  So.  Anyway.  I guess we are tourists.  And there are worse things that you could be.  You know, like you, because you are arrested.  I just felt like it.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle


There She Goes…


This is Deputy Digby Pancake and I love Connecticut so far!  Today, we will be visiting our paw-picked animal rescue in Groton, Connecticut called Friday’s Rescue Foundation.  Look for updates on our page today!

Anyway, back to the blog at hand, I mean paw.  Yesterday was Tuesday, so on our trip, we have been using this day to catch up on our rest and chores and laundry and pancake eating.  Girl Person especially loves this day, and we like to sit outside while she works on her computer thing.  She asked the Sheriff and I yesterday if we wanted to work with her outside in the sunshiney.  Of course we said yes.  And all was calm. For a minute.

Girl Person was immersed in her computer thing and Boy Person was outside too pretending to do chores on the RV while his soccer game was on.  We know his trick.  Sheriff Brickle smelled it first.  The smell of dog in the air.  And for once, I hadn’t rolled in anything dead yet for the day.  Girl Person saw his nose twitching and knew immediately that a dog must be about to walk by.  And you would think this would be no big deal.  Wrong.  When we are at camp, we take ownership of our campsite and we guard it like pancakes and peanut butter cookies with bacon on top.

Girl Person had just remarked to Boy Person that she loved to sit in her camp chair.  Not such a sturdy chair if I say so myself.  And definitely not dog proof.  And definitely not fall proof.  As Girl Person saw Brickle’s nose twitching from the smell of dog, she grabbed his leash quick to prepare, at the same time to grab my leash which slipped from her hands.  Then, the chair slipped from her butt.  Which let me just put this in perspective.  Dog smell.  Leash grab.  Leash slip.  Chair out from under butt.  Flown across camp, Girl Person that is.  There. She. Goes. Chair hits Boy Person.  Boy Person runs to catch me.  And there were two surprised huskies and their Girl Person with their mouths open.


Girl Person tried to brush herself off and not look crazy. But too late.  Boy Person tried to mend the situation by letting us dogs greet each other in a calm manner.  Oh, we were all friends after all.  Girl Person came back to camp with her chair and a huge red mark on her arm, and Boy Person remarked that wow.  What in the world happened?  Girl Person said it was a good thing she wasn’t old yet because she would have about 5 broken hips at this point.  The year is young yet, young.  There is plenty of time for that.

Yes, by the way, I know.  We arrested ourselves.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

Welcome To Connecticut!


This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  I have the distinct pleasure today of welcoming you to Connecticut! How did I know how to spell that word?  I have no idea.  Seems as though I am getting way smarter on this trip.  Don’t get too excited though.  I will not be able to tell Sheriff Brickle that because then he will make me do more work.  Which is not happening.

So last night, we arrived at camp in a place called Preston, Connecticut. We drove a long way it seemed like from New Jersey and our hearts were a bit heavy after saying goodbye to all the goats and cows and horses and tiny horses at our last camp in New Jersey.  But then.  We arrived here and there…were…goats!  Now, these goats are a bit, well, unfriendly so far.  Maybe they will have to get used to us before they say hello.  Give us a day and we will win them over, you will see.  Apparently though, according to the sign, we have to wear shoes with the goats.  I see no shoes on the goats themselves however.  What is the deal with that? Double standard in my opinion.

So I have to come clean about one thing.  I am addicted to eating goat poop.  And Sheriff Brickle is as well.  If Girl Person brushes our teeth one more time, I will still do it again.  And again.  I mean, really.  Why not?  When you are on vacation, you have to sample the local cuisine.  And eat local is everyone’s motto right now.  Sounds good.

Anyway, Connecticut has already surprised us! So far we have seen rocky mountains and rivers and streams!  Who knew?  We are taking today though to set up camp, do laundry, get food (also goat poop) and check out the immediate area as we rest up for tomorrow.  Because tomorrow, we are visiting our Connecticut animal rescue! I have a feeling that this week is going to be a great one! We are ready for Connecticut.  But is Connecticut ready for us? Goat poop.  No idea why I said that.

-Deputy Digby Pancake