Ramblin’ Man

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Oh, what a life we lead. If anyone else knew they were going to have no water or electricity for quite a few days straight, I highly doubt they would be excited about that. But then.  Capital Reef National Park in Utah.  This.

When we arrived in Capital Reef National Park and all of the campsites were taken, it was on to plan B. Then no other RV parks in the area had space for us. So it was on to plan C. And plan C was no plan at all.


So we decided that instead of driving more, and not one of us wanted to do that, that we would simply find somewhere to park this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV until we could figure out what to do.


Boy Person had filled up the water tank, and emptied the gross tanks, and we were set. No electricity? Check. No water hookups? Check. No other people around? Check, check. And those are very good checks. When places are super crowded, I don’t seem to like it, and the National Park was very, very crowded. When there is a place as beautiful as this, I can understand why. Explains the line at our door every morning to see my beauty.  Same thing.


Sometimes, plan C’s end up being better than plan A’s. Often, they are harder plans. And it takes a little while to realize that they were better plans to start with. And sometimes, you still don’t have electricity with your new plan. And that’s ok. Because you recognize the good that came with it, and forget the rest. You forget what could have been, because the moment now was worth all the change.


Am I ramblin’?  Maybe.  But when you are away from that place you called home for over a year, you began to see things differently.

It’s true that Deputy Digby Pancake and I have been traveling dogs for awhile now.  We traveled from shelter to shelter and then to Girl Person and Boy Person.  We traveled to that California place from that Florida place back and forth twice when we moved.  And since last May, this traveling thing got serious.  48 states, 48 rescues.  It seemed like it would never end.  But now, we are nearing the end of this journey.  And when I look around every day at something new, I sure do wish to remember it all.  The good.  The bad.  The plan changes.  The adventure.

But most of all, I want to remember how handsome I looked in each place.


I might have been born a ramblin’ man.  I was also born a handsome man. But I wasn’t born a laid back man.  It took us awhile to get used to the uncertainty of life on the road.  Yes, it actually took us a year.  But when we finally saw that plan changes were part of the deal, we embraced it.  Nothing will ever be perfect in life.  It just won’t.  You won’t always have electricity.  But it is guaranteed that you DO have something in its place.  It just may take you a minute to realize it.  Try.  And see what great things were there all along…waiting for you to find them.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

This week, we will be visiting a rescue in Torrey, Utah who have a HUGE area to cover for animals in need.  Meet Color County Animal Welfare.  We can’t wait to tell you about them!


3 thoughts on “Ramblin’ Man

  1. Jacqueline

    Oh Sheriff, I hate it when your handsome is distressed. Good embracing!! Much love!!! xoxoxoxox <3<3

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