Headed To Poverty.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Well, today, we are headed to poverty.  However, saying “headed to poverty” would indicate that at one time we were not in poverty.


Seriously though, we are headed to the pyramids of Louisiana today.  You heard me. Pyramids. I had no idea either.


Have you ever heard of Stonehenge?  Well, Girl Person tells me that persons will know what that is and that Poverty Point is kind of like that. But in Louisiana.  Actually, I would have been quite content to stay in New Orleans eating beignets or arresting alligators in Louisiana.  But Girl Person says that since we have a really long drive to get to an Arkansas place next week, we have to keep going to another part of this state.  I would rather go to Well Off Island than Poverty Point though.  I may have to hide some money for beignets in this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV just in case we get too poor this weekend. I also may have to eat more jambalaya to get my strength up. Oh, by the way, Girl Person will be making a dog-friendly jambalaya recipe LIVE on our Facebook page, Sunday at 4 p.m. CST.


Girl Person told us that we never have to worry about being poor because we are rich in the things that count.  And I know what she is talking about.  The last few years were hard for our family when it came to that money stuff.  I saw the persons worry and fret, even more than me as a Sheriff. Have you been there too? To a Poverty Point?  Girl Person says that sometimes things get better.  But sometimes they don’t for awhile, and that almost everyone has had to struggle.  I know that after we went through hard times, the good times seemed so much better.  We learned to appreciate the small things.  We learned to appreciate the things that we took for granted.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

And it made us realize that we never wanted to get caught up in things that didn’t matter anymore. It really is a wonderful world if we give it a chance and leave the things out that don’t matter a bit.

That is part of the reason we decided to do this trip and visit rescues and shelters all across the country like the one here in Louisiana this week, the Magnolia Chapter Of The Humane Society Of Louisiana. Because our lessons learned were better off being taught to others.  We learned that things would never be perfect to do a trip like this.  We learned that sometimes, going to Poverty Point makes you rich in other ways.  Never think that you are the only one going through hard times.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They’re really saying I love you

We have learned that life IS the small things.  Looking up at the stars at night.  Realizing we are fortunate to even see the stars.  But what is most important to us, even besides the rescue visits and the fun we are having?  Being together.  It is as simple and wonderful as that.

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

Whether we are in Well Off Island or most likely Poverty Point, the fact that we are together..for this day and the day after that is what makes us rich.  Girl Person told me and Digby Pancake today that she would love us forever and a day and a million billion days after that.  But do we have to go to Poverty Point?  I can read about it perhaps.

Girl Person says we have to go. So we will be there until Monday in one of our favorite places so far, this Louisiana place! Then we will head out again to somewhere called an Arkansas place.  There is gonna be a lot of driving. But we can do it. I think.  Remember now.  Digby has his weekly book report today below! It is his last one for February.  Don’t miss it. And don’t miss our remaining time in Louisiana this weekend!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Today is the last time in February that I will be reading to you from our favorite book, The Endless Path. I really liked when Girl Person read it to me and Sheriff Brickle, so I wanted to share another one of my favorite parts written by my friend Gunny, the chocolate lab, who is almost as handsome as Brickle.


This is out of chapter 24 if you want to follow along, but I am an excellent reader, so you should probably just listen to me.

You asked, ‘What is life’s purpose as I see it?’ Interesting question.  One thought up by someone other than a dog.  Some dogs are given tasks to do, some are trained for their owners to command, some dogs are given the job of companionship, some are mistreated and neglected, some take off on their own or try to.  I would imagine the answer would be very subjective but I want to think about why dogs are so loyal to their companions , especially when mistreated.  Does it go beyond necessity?  I know in my case (I’m not mistreated) it is partly because of instinct and partly because of an internal mutual attraction and need to love and to be loved.  So one conclusion is there is something in our core that instinctually makes us trust and love until proven otherwise but even still we persist as any abused, human or animal, even when it may become unbearable.

What do I take from my friend Gunny?  I have been to many states.  We have been to many rescues.  I have met dogs that have been through their own war.  But every dog I have met has still wanted love.  Every dog I have met has hope.  They want to realize THEIR purpose, their path.  They are no different than me.  Or Brickle. But what do I really think is my job? My purpose? Brickle’s purpose?  You may think that we may see our purpose as rescuing other animals.  That my friends is the persons’ purpose for us.  OUR purpose is also just to be loved.  To be happy and to make our persons happy by helping others.  And that purpose, our path, our Endless Path will always be that.

Thru the month of February, the book’s kind author is donating $5 for every book sold to 2 Traveling Dogs and our rescue mission! Plus, every book is autographed. In order for us to get credit, you must order only thru this link!


Thank you Laurie and Gunny, and to all of our fans for their continued support!

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Don’t Feed The Gators. Seriously.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle reporting to you from this Louisiana place.  You know, sometimes my job is overwhelming.  Sometimes my job is hard.  Sometimes, my job requires much thinking, planning and delegation to the Deputy.  Sometimes, he is no help.  Actually, always. He is always no help.



I decided yesterday that I was sick and tired, and tired and sick from looking for that shoe that Girl Person lost in the Florida place.  I pretty much figured, and wrote in my report that the shoe was ultimately and probably stolen first of all by a raccoon who had a hankering for stinky hiking shoes.  However, he was hired by the camper person with the white pants and white trailer and white car with swept leaves who knew he was a shoe thief in order to make us mad since he didn’t like dogs.  That is what my preliminary report stated.  I held off on releasing my synopsis until this Louisiana place because if it turned up, I didn’t want to be wrong.  I am never wrong. So I gave it one last shot yesterday before I closed the book on it in Louisiana.  I was tired of reading this book in my mind.


Wednesdays are usually the day we visit with each rescue we go to in each state.  So we had a big turnout from our visit with the Magnolia Chapter Of The Humane Society of Louisiana.  They brought some dogs and many, many people. Each one was a suspect in my eyes.  Did they know where Girl Person’s shoe was?  Seems as though they had a lot of beads on that were purple.  The same color as Girl Person’s stolen shoe.  Did they like purple?  So much so that they conspired with the Florida place criminals before we got here and had a handoff in the Georgia place, then Mississippi place and then..gasp, this Louisiana place?  It was all making sense to me all of a sudden. I started looking at everyone’s shoes very closely. Did they all match?


I tried to get the Deputy’s attention, because there were too many shoes to examine, but he was too busy being tricked by the suspects.  They were trying to play with him, with all their beads on and diverting his attention.  They were pawtying it up. This Louisiana place is obsessed with having a good time, but when you are all bizzzneeessss, it is quite irritating.


My Sheriff brain was now working overtime.  How did this all slip by me?  How had all of these states tricked me?  I am so done with looking at Girl Person’s water shoes that she tries to pass off as hiking shoes because she has no time to go buy some, and Boy Person brought them home from the drugstore which apparently sells shoes and that in itself is arrest warranting.  Why would he buy her water shoes? Sometimes, she goes in the water on purpose to pretend they somehow serve a purpose. I am sorry to say this out loud.  But sometimes, she acts like a fool.

Anyway, I have not went off track, because I never do that, but I will get back to my point.  After looking at all the shoes, the beads, the suspects on our rescue visit, something happened.  And the criminal of all criminals in Louisiana showed up.


The rescue volunteers stopped to show us this criminal in the water.

Oh yes, I saw the signs everywhere.  “Don’t feed the gators”.  That is actually when I realized that my report was going to be concluded.

These rescue partiers knew it.  Everyone knew it.  Gators cannot be fed in Louisiana, so they must find their food elsewhere, even if that means hiring a raccoon in the Florida place to steal a shoe, deliver it to a clean camper, make a handoff to the gopher turtles in Georgia who deliver it to the people in Mississippi trying to forget that their state’s name is annoying, and then make a final delivery to the gators in Louisiana.  This happens every day my friends.  It is mind boggling I know, but these criminals, the gators have a huge crime ring going on.  And they thought no one could ever figure it out.  But I tell you what.  I am a Sheriff first.  And a catahoula rescue mutt second.  Catahoula you say?  The state dog of Louisiana you say?


These alligator criminals had no idea that a Sheriff who was the state dog of Louisiana would be coming here.  Oh, but I did.  And I am shocked at the amount of effort it took to eat Girl Person’s shoe.  It must have been a pretty good shoe, but I am a pretty good catahoula Sheriff.  Louisiana?  I must say this to you.  As I do not know which gator ate my shoe, and since all you partiers tried to distract us with purple beads, and since you distracted my Deputy…this is long and coming.  You. Are. Arrested.

What can get you a lighter sentence? I think that is pretty obvious. As obvious as Digby’s bad breath and as obvious as a pair of unattractive water shoes on an uncoordinated Girl Person.  I don’t want the shoe back, I realize that is now gone in a gator’s stomach.  But come on.  She wears a size 8.


-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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