This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  It has been a good morning so far.  We made the rounds here at camp and said good morning to the goats, the baby goats, the mean geese, the ducks, momma cow and baby cow, the donkey, tiny horse and tiny horse’s mother.  We like it here in New Jersey so far.  It is peaceful.  It is full of fresh air.  And we feel more relaxed.  Plus I like chatting with all the animals during the day. They have a lot to talk about and apparently kick Digby about.  I don’t know what Digby said to that tiny horse’s mom the other day, but I guess it wasn’t good.

Girl Person and Boy Person were talking yesterday about certain places and where Digby and I like to go.  Girl Person remarked that my happy place was the beach.  It is true.  I love, love, love the beach and its sand and its water.  But then as we were making the rounds talking to all the animals this morning, the persons realized how much we liked the farm life.  So Girl Person said that she guessed that after this trip we would have to move to the beach with a farm.  Is there such a place? I guess that is where we will have to go.

Boy Person said what about Digby?  Digby’s happy place is on the trails and the woods so that he can pretend to try and catch things and also roll in dead stuff and poop.  No pretending about that.  So…Boy Person said that would have to move to a beach with a farm in the woods with poop.  I guess we will have to go there.

If the persons had any say in it, Girl Person would move to a winery on the beach.  Boy Person would move to a soccer field in a winery with good food all day.  So there.  Let’s move to a beach with a farm on a winery’s soccer field in the woods with poop.  I guess we will have to go there.

Have a great day everyone…guess we are going tomorrow….NYC and visiting with BarkBox! Can I drive?

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle