The Real Life

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  And I have to admit it.  Things have been a little slow around this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV lately.  The persons have been overwhelmed with decisions about where we can live.  They have been overwhelmed with finding camp spots.  And they have been overwhelmed with life in general.  Then, the tragedy in that Texas place happened.  And it is sad.  Real sad.  And it hurts our hearts, as I am sure it does yours.  As we have been trying to find out how we can help, we feel like throwing our hands and paws up in the air.  It is so hard to watch and listen to.  And we literally cannot imagine how it must feel if YOU are in that Texas place, and if you have lost your home, or family. And we are thinking of you, Texas place.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That’s where you’ll find me


At times like this, it is the easy thing to do when you are going thru bad things, or know of people going thru bad things, to give in to despair.  But is this all there is?  Is this all that there is to life?  Is this the real life?  Or is the real life better than this?


What I try to do at times like this is remember that there are more good days than bad.  As Granny Person always used to say, “This too will pass”.  And she is right.  Because what life is about is not the bad.  Life is not the sad.  Life is not bad news, tragedy and despair.  Life is sunshiney, good food, good friends and love.  And if you are in Sonoma County like we are…good wine.

Well I see trees of green and red roses too,
I’ll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world


I don’t know about you, but the last few days when I have found happiness in my day, I have felt a little bit guilty.  Not as guilty as when Deputy Digby eats up that old crab leg in the sand and tries to gulp it down…but guilty.  I have felt guilty about enjoying the ocean and the breeze here in this California place.  But then Girl Person told me that the only guilt that would be correct would be if I was NOT enjoying it.  Because it wasn’t the sunshiney’s fault, or the ocean’s fault that there was goodness still in this world despite all of the bad going on.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby

That Texas place may have a long way to go to their sunshiney days. And it is our hopes that the people who can help will help for all of that time.  It is also our hopes that you will not forget about your local shelters or rescues in this time, like the #48 rescue pick on our Adventure Of A Lifetime, Soft Paws Rescue here in Santa Rosa, California who is desperate need of help too.  Just because there are needs in Texas does not mean that their needs or other shelters’ needs go away.  Let’s spread our love out and help when and where we can, as we know our fans always do.  And wherever you choose to help, please make sure your hard earned time and money go to reputable places.  As Sheriff, I know I have a lot of legwork to do to arrest all the bad ones.  So make sure they are good ones.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Singing, “How do you do?”
They’re really singing, “I, I love you.”

If you have been feeling guilty, I am arresting it right now.  Despite all the bad in our world, the real life, the one worth living is made up of good things and good days.  Embrace your real life today and remember that the rainbow means a better tomorrow.  Things will get better, just like me, with age.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That’s where you’ll find me

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  You know, it is not often that I want to…well…be available.  In fact, I would love to carry around a “Closed” sign most times.  “Closed for conversation.”  “Closed for annoying banter”.  “Closed for maintenance”.  Because yes, my friends, it takes time to keep this physique in perfect working order. And because of that, I usually have no time to talk, unless it is about myself.


But I have learned a lot on this trip, and one thing is that I need more persons to talk to about myself.  I only live with two persons who pretty much know how awesome I am.  But what about everyone else?  And actually, talking to my persons and Deputy Digby day in and day out is getting old.  So I decided yesterday to seek out some neighbors to talk to.

Not all neighbors it seems are as thrilled to know me as I would like.  Some seem to run from my brindle beauteousness.  I guess it is too much for them.  Some don’t let their furkids talk to me, or let Deputy Digby try to hump them on Wednesday or Tuesday. Or even on Friday.  And I may not seem very approachable, mostly because I don’t want to be approached.


But it seems that a few neighbors of ours have taken a liking to this face.  And I have to admit, I changed my “Closed for business” sign to “Open for a few minutes”.  Because I kinda like these neighbors too.

When someone takes time out of their day to say hello and mean it, you should say hello back.  Even a Sheriff like me recognizes that being nice is a rare thing lately.  People are caught up in their day, busy as when Deputy Digby plows into a plate of pancakes.  But if someone makes time for you, make time for them.  We miss our family back in that Florida place.  And we feel really alone so much of the time.  Isn’t it funny, how even if you are with a million people in a campground, that you can feel alone?


And isn’t it not funny that we can count on one hand the amount of times that someone has been overly nice?  So I will put away my closed sign for our camp neighbors until they leave.  Every day, they tell me and the Deputy good morning, they make sure we are feeling ok, and they invite us to their campfire.  They talk about dogs they used to have, and how special they were.  And maybe I can help them remember for a little while. Doesn’t seem like such a big deal, but it is a big deal, and I am going to admit that right now.  My perfect appearance may put off some, but underneath this brindle exterior, I am more grumpier than I appear.  I am more irritable than I appear.  But these campground neighbors seem to like that.  And I like them.

So if you haven’t put away your “Closed” sign for awhile, maybe you can today.  Say hello to someone and really mean it.  And maybe then someone will say to you, “Won’t you be my neighbor?”

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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