Drain Water, Lavender And Not The Ocean

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  We made it to our last Washington campground on this leg of the trip.  Welcome to Sequim, Washington.

Sometimes, you end up in places that you have never heard of, and it ends up being the best place ever.

Welcome to Sequim, Washington. #2travelingdogs #washington #sequim #johnwaynemarina

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We had a hard time finding somewhere to park the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV because of the holiday next week. And so the only place we found was in Sequim.  We didn’t arrive clean, but we got here safe and sound.


You may think to yourself, self?  What does the Sheriff mean that they didn’t arrive clean?  Even if you weren’t thinking that, I will tell you anyway.  And I actually am gagging a little even thinking about it.


You see, before we left yesterday, the persons thought it would be a good idea to get a shower.  I kind of agreed with them as they weren’t smelling so good after hiking and running and walking at the dust pit we were staying at.  We didn’t have hookups at our campsite, you know, the sewer kind, so the persons walked half a mile to take their showers at the campground.  Upon first inspection, all looked ok as Boy Person related to me later.  There were three stalls, and the one in the middle looked the cleanest.  But there was a problem.  The privacy walls in-between the showers was not so tall.  In other words, don’t bend over or stretch too far.  And don’t look over under any circumstances.  That is not allowed. Prison showers.

Boy Person thought it would not be so bad because there wasn’t anyone in there.  And so, as he told me, he turned on the shower and got to showering.  And then.  In walked a contestant for American Idol.  Or so that guy thought.  Boy Person hoped that he would stop singing, but he kept on singing, and even throwing in instrument sounds and lightening sounds and thunder sounds and making up words.  Boy Person didn’t even know the song, but he knew the words must not be correct.

Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see

Well, Boy Person decided to block it out.  And so he did…until the next showerer person walked in to the other stall.  Now, Boy Person was surrounded.  And if you know Boy Person, you know that he doesn’t do anything fast and wasn’t even half way thru his shower.  So he tried to ignore what could be on the other sides of those walls…until the water came on in the other shower.

As Boy Person was standing there, he realized that the water in his shower was not his water.  In fact, water from the other showers were running into his shower.  Under his feet and filling up fast.  Real fast.  Literally.  I am gagging.  And I eat horse poop.

Sends shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go

As Boy Person decided that he was going to freak out, he started dancing to the music and sound accompaniment of American Idol contestant one, because American Idol contestant two was now singing along. No, he wasn’t dancing.  He was jumping. And as the dirty water ran under Boy Person’s feet, he decided all he could do was jump up on the shower bench and try..try, to find his flip flops floating away, and run out that door as fast as he could into the dust pit.  And so…that’s what he did as American Idol showerers asked if it was their singing. He didn’t answer.

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright’ning me

Now, I have never realized the importance of a bath, but I do now.  So as Boy Person hosed off his feet with the campsite water, we packed up and headed to Sequim, Washington.  And as we drove by the ocean, we sure felt a sense of refreshment.  But then, we were told, nope. You are not by an ocean. Sequim is not on an ocean. Its a bay going to a strait from the ocean or something like that. I just hope its not bath water.

We were also told that Sequim grows the most lavender besides France.  And at a time when the persons are stinking so bad, this is highly appropriate.

So, Washington? Will you have us around for another week?  We think we want to see just a little bit more.  Plus, since I am putting you under arrest for the dirty bathwater, you have no choice.  Washington?  You. Are. Arrested.  Now, make it up to us!


Are you ready for a great weekend ahead?  Make sure to check our Facebook page for adventures, pictures and you never know.  I may arrest you too.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Live Like A Dog!

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. What a place Washington is!! It has so many different parts to it like the parts of a pancake. You say a pancake doesn’t have parts?  I disagree. Actually, the best part of a pancake is when its in my mouth. But Seattle was another part of this Washington place that we got to see yesterday on this Adventure Of A Lifetime. And the persons? They were so happy about getting to go to a market that sold all kinds of vegetables, fruits and flowers. But the sea beans they bought? What. Are. Those.


They got to eat all kinds of food and walk around for a little bit. Sheriff Brickle and I aren’t doing so good with big cities right now, so we got to take the morning off. But don’t worry, we got lots of presents after.

The persons say that the more we try to complicate life, the more crowded it gets. You forget about the simple things like fresh food and flowers.


You forget about actually living life and not rushing to get from point A to point B and watching the clock.


Oftentimes, people save for, and plan their whole life for the day when they can retire and enjoy these simple things. And there is certainly nothing wrong with that.  But..what about now? What will it take for you to notice today? What will it take for you to see the simple things and not pass them by? When will you learn to live like a dog? Are you watching your dog? Take a lesson. No, don’t pee on that tree. Unless you want to.


Dogs know how to enjoy food…I do for sure. We know how to live simply. We don’t need much to get by. If you actually watch your dog, will you learn?

As the end of this trip draws near, we have definitely learned a few lessons. We have saw things we will never forget, good and bad. One of the biggest lessons we have learned is that we actually don’t need much to survive. We also learned how wasteful we had been most of lives, throwing away things we could reuse. Now, we are repurposing things to make them new, and how grateful we are to have the basic necessities in life! And we want to show you how we plan to live after this trip. It is going to be very different than before. Because we are different than before.


So the persons have decided that each week, we will be showing you how we plan to live this simpler, happier, healthier and more grateful lifestyle. We call this the…


That may include showing you videos of recipes we are making for dogs, or people or both, or how we repurpose items we find or that have been thrown away into things we can use and enjoy! The videos may include places we go, near or far, how we travel, and how dogs are part of the family in every way.  It may just be videos of things that make us happy or inspire us.  And by sharing, we hope that inspires you.

Pickle juice shot, anyone? #pikesplacemarket #girlperson #2travelingdogs #picklejuice

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Animal rescue will always be a part of our day.  And so each week, even after this trip, we will be highlighting animals from across the country and the people that work so hard to save them!

Above all, we will be showing you how a real family can enjoy life’s simpler but most important things! How you can live like a dog…like us.

I think it is important in life to have something to look forward to. And it is my wish everyday when I wake up that my pancake plate will be full. I have a pancake plate? I actually don’t, but as I was writing, I thought of it. Maybe the persons can find me one at a yard sale or just turn an old tire into one. That should be big enough.

Today, we are back on the road again to a place called Sequim, Washington. We have not seen the ocean in months. And we are so excited about it! We will also be visiting a rescue next week too! Are you ready? Let’s go!

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Well, here we are at another camp in Washington near a place called Seattle! Seattle? What is Seattle?

I am a Deputy. Also a pancake connoisseur. But I am no history buff. Sheriff Brickle is buff. Not. Bahaha!


Although I am not a history buff, I can certainly appreciate culture and good food and Seattle seems to have all of that.

So it seems I am going to like that today as we explore. Girl Person is pretty excited! She isn’t a city girl, not one bit. And we are not city dogs. Not. One. Bit. But sometimes, it is nice to see a lot of people rushing around in a city. Actually, it’s not. Did I say that out loud? But yeah, we are looking forward to Seatlle, I swear. Not actual cuss words, but a law enforcement swear.

As we left the country area yesterday in Silver Creek Washington, we took a few pictures at camp with a tree we had looked at for days and admired. Brickle was real excited to take these pictures too.


We were going to miss it here. We didn’t admire it as much as Brickle admires himself, but you get the point. And as we looked at that tree and planned for the trip ahead, the persons gazed upon its roots. So many roots, so much life. We wondered how many people had roots here in this place. We wondered what their stories were and what made them want to stay here. We wondered who had lived here years ago too. I wondered if they had a special pancake recipe. This Washington place is beautiful.  And it can really make you think.  Even the trees inspire.

We also thought of where we would be planting our roots after this trip is over. And the persons have been searching day and night for somewhere to stay in that Sonoma, California place. Somewhere to park our Big Blue Treat Wagon RV or a tiny house to live in while we fix the RV and plan the rest of our year. But like many things on this trip for the persons, it is taking a lot of work to make things happen. I would help, but I have a sleep and eating quota to do. And the persons are finding it hard to worry because they are enjoying the last few weeks of this trip. At least there will be alot of wine for them when we get there.


Where will we plant our roots? We have no idea yet. But we know we need watered and rest for a little while standing still. Seeing these tree roots help us to remember that we may like to wander and travel, but staying in one place for a bit will help us to grow, to really find out what we want to do next in our lives. And as long as we have each other, and pancakes, I will be happy. But will you stay with us on our life’s journey?

I hope I know the answer to that. And I hope you’ll be coming to Seattle with us today. Are you ready?

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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The Landscape Will Change.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  I have a confession, and I am usually not the one confessing.  But I don’t know everything.  And every place that we have visited on this Adventure Of A Lifetime has been a teacher. It has either taught us something about ourselves, something about the earth, something about people, or it has taught us that I am still the most handsome dog around. You probably already knew that though.

Last evening, we decided to take a drive to a place in Washington called Mount St. Helens.  I did not know much about it, only that it was a volcano, and that in 1980, which is like a million dog years ago, it erupted.

It is hard to imagine this happened.  Lives were lost, destruction was beyond words, and the area went dark, even at noon. The volcanic ash cloud literally circled the earth.

Now.  If we would have not went on this trip, I might have heard of Mt. St. Helens.  Or watched about it on TV although we don’t have a TV. Not the point. But seeing it in person?  It wasn’t what we pictured, or what we thought.  After almost 40 years, life has started to come back.  But the sleeping volcano is ominous.  Yes, I know that word.  I learned it yesterday too.


As we were marveling at the beauty, and the fallen trees still all along the landscape, we said no words.  But Girl Person was thinking as usual, and I always know what she is thinking. It’s my job.


Just that morning, Girl Person was sad.  She was looking into my eyes and saw some spots…something she called old age spots.  She saw the grey in my fur.  She saw Deputy Digby’s white hair.  And she remarked to Boy Person in a whisper that life wasn’t fair.  She told him that she didn’t want to see us get any older.  She said that she knew we were slower than a year ago, older than a year ago.  And Boy Person said he was noticing too.


Boy Person said that what they could do was make every single day for us enjoyable, to do the things we wanted to do, the things that made us happy.  And I agreed.  But seriously.  George Clooney has always been my competition for Sexiest Man Alive and he is grey.  So what’s the issue here?  At eight years old, both me AND Digby should have already received this title.  Well, I should have. Digby should have won smelliest dog alive.

Mount St. Helens is a place of beauty now, and it was a place of beauty before May 18, 1980.

And by visiting Mount St. Helens, Girl Person said that one thing is for certain.  The landscape today wasn’t the same as it was yesterday.  And the landscape will be different tomorrow.  Time changes many things, including adding a few grey hairs and old age spots.  It also makes me handsomer, but again, not the point.

Girl Person said she would have never thought that nature could teach us so much about our own lives.  Today isn’t the same as yesterday, because hopefully, we learned something.  And will it make our tomorrow count?  If you have a furkid that you love so much, will you realize today is special because you are together?  If you have family with two legs, will you tell them today that they are special?  Will you understand that one day, one minute, one second may change everything?


Things will change.  Change is one of the only things guaranteed in life.  So take today and make it count, learn from yesterday, and make tomorrow great. Love the ones your with, whether they have two legs or four, are old or young.  If you have to rebuild, Mount St. Helens also teaches us that is is possible with new life, new flowers, new beauty.  You may never forget what happened.  You can’t.  You can learn from it and gain appreciation.


Just like the trees at Mount St. Helens that were toppled down, you may feel worn down too.  And I will admit, Digby and I are starting to feel a little older.


But.  With age, comes appreciation.  And some things? Well, like me, they get better with age.  And my landscape today and tomorrow and the next day will be to make it count, to learn from the past and keep on going!

So today fans, we are on our way to Seattle!  Are you with us?  Let’s do this!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Different Place, Different Face. Same Story.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. First and foremost, I know you are honored to be here today. Second, I am honored to be so gorgeous, and you are welcome. If there was ever a state that accentuated my beauty, this is it. Green countrysides that go with my fur, high mountains with snow that bring out my cool side, and orchards and tree farms for miles that make you stop and gasp. At my beauty.


As we have simply slowed down a bit on this trip, we have began to see more around us. We realized the time table we set was something that we needed to throw out the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV door. And so this weekend, the persons decided that we would take some drives and just look around. We didn’t know where we were going, and for goodness sake, you know we haven’t done enough driving on this trip…


As we drove along, the persons saw a sign that said “Yard Sale”. And if you know the persons at all, you know that they love a deal and they love to find treasures. They have never really found a deal though or treasures except for me and Deputy Digby. And I guess we were a deal too as the shelter had marked us half off. But anyway. They decided to stop at the sale and take a gander. I mean, we have so much room for stuff in the RV…


As they looked around, they saw all kinds of stuff I call trash. But the persons have decided that from now on, anything that we bring into our lives, whether that be things we want for the house which we don’t have and can’t afford, or things we need, we will try to be as environmentally friendly as possible.  Which means we will recycle trash.  We will use trash.  Trash. Digby is happy he won’t be the worst smelling thing around.


As they were looking through the trash at the yard sale, I sensed a sadness with Girl Person.  As she looked around the garage and the office at this home, she realized that the man who had lived here was no longer around.  His wife was there, older and weary. And their son was there helping her sell things.  Girl Person told Boy Person that it was like the same story was repeated all over the world.  She said it was the same story with the sadness, but with different names and different faces.  She said how it made her miss her Pappy and that he was just like this man.  He left behind family and friends. Just like this man.  Same story, different place.  And it made Girl Person sad that when you are gone, it amounts to people coming in to your home, taking things that meant something to you and it was like…you were never there.


As a dog, I don’t have stuff.  I don’t have trash.  Yeah, I may have a few toys I like.  But to keep things and try to carry things around and get more things? I see no point in it.  If you are trying to carry stuff, how can you notice the real stuff around you?  Will you leave behind a story of how you made a difference in this world? Or will you just leave behind a bunch of stuff?


Girl Person says that we are 3200 miles from the persons we love.  And the more distance and time that is between us seems to bring back so many memories. Pappy may have left us years ago.  But time and distance doesn’t fade the love.  You can’t run from that.  She also says that in situations like this? Well, she’s got two more bottles of wine.

Sometimes, sadness is good for you because it makes you think.  Seeing this man’s family mourning him and selling his stuff made us miss home and made us miss people.  But it made us realize what we have known in our hearts all along.  And that is we don’t need stuff to be happy.  We need each other.

So as the persons looked around one last time at the yard sale, Boy Person picked up his treasure.  A worn, old light.


A light that probably meant something to the man who was no longer there.  He could have carried it on dark nights at his farm, or lit is up as he sipped wine.  Boy Person knew they didn’t have room in the RV for this light.  But they wanted to show that a man they never knew taught them something. They wanted to light up the rest of our journey with hope, with appreciation and with focus.  Because although we have much to decide in the next few weeks, and much to worry about, we have to remember the important things in our life are not stuff.  We will see each other.  And we hope what we leave behind is not just stuff, but of trying to make a very small difference for animals in the world.  Whatever you choose to make a difference at today, light up your path.

Oh, and one last thing, because I promised.  Girl Person talked about dog friendly fruits on Friday’s LIVE post! The recipe for Washington Apple Pie for dogs is here! 


We are here in Silver Creek Washington until Tuesday, and then we are headed to Seattle and then Sequin before we start heading to Oregon next week!  Are you with us?

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Ask Henry, Bill Or Peter. Or Bob.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  It has been an interesting week in this Washington place! From heat to snow to everything in between, we have definitely not been bored!


Yesterday, we visited a sleeping volcano called Mount Rainer.  I say that it is kinda like the dog version of Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  You think he is asleep, but then, all of a sudden he wakes up and gets ya! I guess that is why there are volcano evacuation signs everywhere.  It is definitely an unusual place, Mount Rainer.


Girl Person even told me about a special fox that lives in Mount Rainer, and only one other place called the Cascade Red Fox.  Well, telling a foxhound like me about a fox is like telling a pancake hound about a pancake.  Which, both in my case are a cause for howling and excitement.

Your fur is red
So beautiful
Like an angel in disguise
But if you meet
A friendly horse
Will you communicate by

Since she got me all worked up about this rare fox, I was ready.  I didn’t see it yesterday, but I was sure on the lookout for one.

Big blue eyes
Pointy nose
Chasing mice
And digging holes
Tiny paws
Up the hill
Suddenly you’re standing still


When you are on the lookout for a rare fox and you are a foxhound, you realize the importance of practicing your howl.  So when we got home from our day’s travel, I knew that I wasn’t off of work yet.  I decided that everything I saw that walked by camp, I would howl at it. People in plaid shirts.  Dogs.  People that wanted to be dogs.  Dogs that wanted to be people.  And the elusive fox that could possibly walk by.  Howl. Howl. Howl. Howl.  Sheriff Brickle even decided to join in the fun.


Now, when you are a person, you tend to think that your dog should not bark at everything, even when on the lookout for a rare, Cascade Red Fox in Washington. So Girl Person at first told us to hush.  Then she told us to be quiet.  Then she asked if we remembered earlier in the week when we were called a menace.  Then. She lost it.  She started telling us to shut it.  But she seemed to have forgotten our names in the chaos.  “Henry. Bill. Peter.  Ugh! Bob.  What is your name? What are your names?  Brickle! Digby!”

Seriously though Girl Person.  Your Granny Person used to do that.  She had so many grandchildren, she couldn’t remember who she was talking to.  “Maigen. Ciara. Sharon. Mary. Carol. What is your dern name? Rachael!”.  It was enough to call the looney bin. I have only one question. What does the FOX say?

Dog goes “woof”
Cat goes “meow”
Bird goes “tweet”
And mouse goes “squeek”
Cow goes “moo”
Frog goes “croak”
And the elephant goes “toot”
Ducks say “quack”
And fish go “blub”
And the seal goes “ow ow ow”
But there’s one sound
That no one knows
What does the fox say?

Whomever she was trying to talk to was not listening. And as we kept barking, the persons started laughing and wondered why they even tried.  If someone wanted to kick us out of camp for barking at whatever was out there, or whatever we thought was out there or whatever we wished was out there, they could.  Because I don’t answer to Bill.  Or Bob.  Or Peter. Or Digby. Bahahaha!

Today is another day to look out for the fox and the pancakes.  I am thinking that the fox must have the pancakes, because I have not seen any.  So I will let you know when I find them.

The secret of the fox
Ancient mystery
Somewhere deep in the woods
I know you’re hiding
What is your sound?
Will we ever know?
Will always be a mystery
What do you say?

We have a great weekend planned in this Washington place!  We will be in this area until Tuesday, and then will be headed towards Seattle then!  Are you with us? What does the fox say?  Yes!

Washington. ❤️ #2travelingdogs #washington #mountrainier #hikingwithdogs

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-Deputy Digby Pancake

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It’s A Heat Wave! You’re Welcome.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. When you have been traveling as much as we have the past year, you realize a few things, but I don’t have time to mention any but one.  The weather out there?  It is crazy, folks.  And I heard when I turned on the news today, which in fact was watching TV thru someone else’s RV window because we do not have TV, I heard that it was hot.  Real hot.  And I thought about it.  And I knew it.  This heat wave going on?  I must have caused it.  You. Are. Welcome.

It’s like a heat wave
Burning in my heart
Can’t keep from crying
It’s tearing me apart


How did I cause it?  Seriously.  It was 100 degrees where we left earlier in the week in Washington. Then…we got to this other campground in Washington and we are wearing jackets. And. There is snow on the ground.


You heard me. Snow.  I have always known that I am handsome.  I have always known that my brindle hotness is too much to handle.  So much in fact, that it radiates throughout the country right now!

Whenever I’m with him
Something inside starts to burning
And I’m filled with desire

It is like how you can’t look at the sun.  You can’t look at me too long.  And so all of my hotness left me. I just couldn’t handle it. How can I look into the mirror when I am this hot?  I decided everyone else needed the heat too. It is summer. Deal with it.

Could it be the devil in me
Or is this the way love’s supposed to be?

I hear everyone complaining about the heat.  Oh, it’s too hot.  Oh, triple digits.  Oh…

Heat wave
Heat wave
Heat wave
Ooh, heat wave

But when it’s cold, you will be complaining about that too.  I needed a break from my hotness, and for the rest of the week, I am going to enjoy the cold.  So have fun with your heatwave.  Drink lots of water, always carry a water bottle.  And try not to hit yourself over the head with it when you can’t take the heat.


Today, we are headed to Mount Rainer National Park!  Now, THAT’S hot.  A volcano?  Can the world take me and a volcano in the same place?

We will try and send you some of the refreshing snow and cold weather.  But if my hotness is still by you, it probably will not be effective.  Check in on our Facebook page for pics and updates!

You will notice we are going to spend a little more time in Washington. We will be sightseeing and relaxing this week, then next week, we are headed to Seattle and will be visiting our Washington picked rescue.  Don’t rush me.  I have weather to control.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Every Breath We Take.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Here we are, at our second Washington campsite!  And we made it without breaking down and without getting lost.

Hold your breath. 😳 #2travelingdogs #washington #rvwithdogs #roadtrip

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Things just might be looking up, but I am afraid to say it out loud, so I will just type it. Typing things is pretty easy.  I guess that is why persons like to text on their phone all day long, which makes no sense when they could talk on it, but I will save that speech for another day.  I have no time for that.  I actually do, but I won’t.  Another thing that makes no sense that I don’t have time to talk about, but I will?  When Girl Person told me people used to share phone lines and it was called a party line, but there was no party.  When in the world was she born, anyway?  I know I am getting off track.  But seriously.


Anyways! When you change campsites as much as we do, you are bound to get a bit protective of your space.  Actually, we were a bit protective of our space long before this trip in all honesty, and a Deputy must be honest.  But when other campers pass by our campsite, it seems that all pancake flying breaks loose. At least, that is what I picture in my head when we do the campsite menace flip out.


Most camps say that barking dogs cannot camp there.  Or they say only small dogs can camp there.  Or dogs under 40 pounds. Or they say dogs with good manners who will not steal pancakes and or peanut butter cookies can camp there.  And I will tell you this, we are none of those things.  Talk about that on your party line.


In fact, we are quite the opposite.  And as some campers wearing plaid shirts walked by our campsite home yesterday, we decided we didn’t like it.  They didn’t have a dog or five dogs, first of all. They also did not have pancakes.  And the next campers?  They were just walking too slow.  The ones after that?  They looked at us.  And so, as all of these suspicious people took a gander at us, we heard the last ones say, “those dogs are a menace”.  Well, yeah.  We are.  There’s nothing to see here. Move along.  I just peed on the picnic table.  Talk about that on your party line.


Girl Person has learned about two things on this trip so far.  Number one?  Expect the unexpected.  Number two?  Do not trust the Sheriff and Deputy.  So as she babysits us now outside as we are leashed with four leashes each to the picnic table, she listens to our every breath.  Every breath we take.  She watches every move we make.

But a menace?  I am not even going to deny it.  If your dog likes to bark, newsflash.  Your dog is a dog.  If your dog likes to protect things, newsflash.  Your dog is a dog.  If your dog doesn’t like everyone or everything he sees, newsflash.  Your dog is a dog.  And I am a bit over people expecting dogs to act like people as much as I am over the fact maple syrup cannot be poured over everything and the fact that people don’t talk on phones.

Girl Person has learned that she cannot expect us to act like she wants us to all of the time.  She has learned that we are individuals and will act the way we want to act at any given moment.  Does she still watch us?  Yes.  Because she says you have to be courteous and not a menace.  What did she say to those campers that called us a menace? She simply gave them the dirtiest look this side of Washington.  And they moved along.  Maybe they will call someone on their party line and tell them about it.

Today, we will be relaxing at our lakeside campground!  But tomorrow, look for our adventures to some pretty amazing Washington sites!

This is going to be an awesome week!

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Strawberry Wine

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  In life, you have one of two choices.  Either arrest the day, or let it go.  And yesterday, I decided to let it all go.  It was Monday after all.  I couldn’t make all the arrests for the week at once.

Try traveling to a different state every few weeks.  One day it is cold. One day it is raining.  One day it is windy.  And the next day, it is literally 100 degrees.  Such was our week just in Washington alone! And does 100 degrees feel like 100 degrees?  What kind of question is that?  Why do  persons ask questions that make no sense?IMG_0515.JPG

As the temperature rose yesterday, the persons considered what our day would hold for us.  We could either choose to travel to our next destination in Silver Creek, Washington, or we could wait one more day.  There was plenty to do here, and work to be done.  But looking at me and Deputy Digby, Girl Person knew that we should not go anywhere.  We were tired.  Our day wouldn’t be exciting, and a year ago? Well, the persons would have pushed us to go.  But a year brings a lot of changes.  A year also gives you more knowledge.  And I was proud of Girl Person for realizing that our business, our Facebook page and our livelihood were still not as important as what was right in front of her, the most handsome Sheriff this side of anywhere in fact.


Sometimes, it is hard to recognize that we all have limitations. Things happen in life that change us, and make us grow like Digby’s stomach.

On the banks of the river on a well beaten path
It’s funny how those memories they last
Like strawberry wine

And when you are in the moment, you try and push yourself so very much that you don’t realize what is in front of you, and that you are missing the beauty of it.

The persons have been guilty of this the past year.  They wanted to make sure we finished this trip on time, which we still did not accomplish!  And they wanted to make sure that the rescues and shelters we visited got the attention they deserved.  But truth be told, and I always tell the truth, we may have missed out on a lot of things.  Could they have learned this lesson earlier?  Probably not.  Some things, well, you just have to go thru.  And so yesterday, as me and Digby rested in the air conditioning, the persons decided to take a break.  They went to pick berries and cherries and tried not to feel guilty they weren’t working.  And we were ok with that.  Because when they are happy, we are happy.

When one restless summer we found love growing wild
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path
It’s funny how those memories they last
Like strawberry wine


The persons don’t have much time to themselves, and they don’t mind that.  Good thing, because that isn’t ever changing.  But even I know that sometimes, they need to get out, clear their mind so that they take care of us better, and just reset.  Plus, the few times that they leave us with a sitter, we get to hear stories when they get back.  And it makes us appreciate them more. I am lying about that.  I hate when they leave.  Seriously.


But as Girl Person told us of the strawberry fields, and how they smelled like strawberry wine in the 100 degree Washington heat, she had a new smile on her face.


As she told us of all the things we could make to eat with the Rainer cherries and the strawberries, it was nice to hear her talk about things she loved again like planting things and farming like her and her Pappy used to do.


And somehow, as the persons found a little peace in the Washington berry fields and cherry trees, they remembered what this trip started out to be before deadlines and rushing and breaking down.  And they hoped to always remember the Washington berry fields that reset their buttons.


But year after year I come back to this place
Just to remember the taste
Of strawberry wine

So! With renewed energies and love for the remaining days on our Adventure Of A Lifetime, we head to our second Washington camp in Silver Creek!  Let’s see what wonderful things we can fill our time with in Washington, and stay tuned for our Washington picked rescue!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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