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.
Have a great weekend everyone! We love ya!
-Deputy Digby Pancake.