Things That Stink And Things That Don’t Stink

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Newsflash. Digby stinks.  You already knew that.  I am sure it is not a shocker.


Do you know what else stinks? Having to leave our Bodega Bay, California place tomorrow.  But it is not going to be a day though filled with sadness, because the persons say that they will not allow that.


Why? We had a great two months here.  And we got to see and do things together that we would have never thought possible after leaving here five years ago.  Yes, the fires definitely stunk in more ways than one.  But we wouldn’t have changed being here for anything.  Even during this time.


It is no secret that animal rescue doesn’t make you rich. And not being able to find a home here that we could afford definitiely stunk. But finding out that happiness was more than an address didn’t stink.


Because we were able to think beyond our disappointment and realize that leaving here to go back to that Florida place wasn’t so bad.  It doesn’t mean that we can’t come back here if something opens up or if we can’t find a house there either.  Because we can come back.  Our house is on wheels. And that totally doesn’t stink.



Trying to simplify our lives by selling our home a couple years ago and buying the RV was just one step.  Because we still have a storage unit full of junk to get rid of.  And now we can go back and get rid of it.  That will make more room in the budget for peanut butter cookies. And that is very important.

So, instead of being sad for tomorrow, we are going to think about all of the amazing things we learned this past year on our travels.  No, things didn’t work out exactly as we planned, but when does that ever happen anyway?

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away And know when to run
You never count your money When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for counting When the dealin’s done

Girl Person had a few days of that Guilt Monster making friends with her Depression Monster.  The Guilt Monster was trying to tell her that she didn’t visit enough wineries or be with friends enough. It tried to tell her that she didn’t work hard enough to afford a more expensive house.  It tried to tell her that she wasn’t good enough for anything or anyone. And that is when the Depression Monster came for a visit too.


But I was there and Boy Person and Digby was too.  You see, we had to do the things here that helped us during our time here and we know our friends and fans understood. We were tired from the past year of travel and we were mentally exhausted from visiting so many rescues and shelters.  I will admit that.  Even I as Sheriff can get tired.  So Guilt Monster and Depression Monster?  You can go right back to your hole which in fact stinks.  We have no room for you in this Big Blue Treat Wagon.  We have a yard to find.  And you know what else? If those persons who have the Little Red House decide to sell it, you can bet your burnt peanut butter cookies we will turn right back around.  I don’t bet unburned peanut butter cookies.  I am not a risk taking gambler.

So today, we get ready.  We pack.  We make sure one last time that this is the right decision.  Because yes…we are making sure. We haven’t left yet, so stay tuned.  I have some peanut butter cookies in the oven.  And that definitely doesn’t stink.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Right Back Where We Started From

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  You may have guessed by now that we heard nothing from the owners of the little red house.  Seems as though they decided not to answer us at all.  And that my friends in law enforcement terms says its own answer.  A big no.


It seems appropriate, and I am always appropriate, that we end our time here at Bodega Bay in the exact campsite we first pulled into.


And my friends, we have went to every single campsite I think in this campground.


And so here we are.  Right back where we started from.

Do you remember that day (that sunny day)
When you first came my way
I said no one could take your place
And if you get hurt (if you get hurt)
By the little things I say
I can put that smile back on your face

The persons have been going back and forth this weekend. Are we making the right decision?  But as it all comes down to with persons most of the time, they don’t always have enough money to do exactly what they want, or to live exactly where they want.  And if you keep trying to get to something that you have to work so hard for that you don’t have time to enjoy the people and furkids in your life, well, what use is it?  Who cares where you are at that point?

Ooh, and it’s alright and it’s coming along
We gotta get right back to where we started from
Love is good, love can be strong
We gotta get right back to where started from


We may have started right from this campsite, #9, and we ended up here.  Campsite #9.  But more importantly, we started out with love and with each other when we got here.  And we are leaving the same way.

A love like ours (a love like ours)
Can never fade away
You know it’s only just begun
You give me your lo-hove (give me your love)
I just can’t stay away (no, no)
You know you are the oh oh only one

Sometimes, staying still helps no one.  We know that we can’t stay in this campground forever, but we have loved it so much that it has been harder to leave with each passing day.  But it is about to start raining here, and get pretty cold.  We figure that it is better to head to that Florida place and park there for awhile near the water and see if we can find a cheaper yard there to lay in perhaps.  If the little red house decides it wants us back, we will come back.  And if neither work out? The persons say Italy may still be an option, although I don’t speak Italian.  Yet.


We know that whatever happens now though, we are going to make the most fun out of it.  So many people say life is a journey.  Well, we have been on lots of journeys.  And no matter where we end up, it will be all of us together in a yard.  I keep saying, happiness is not dependent on one destination.  Happiness is dependent on ourselves and how we react to the circumstances we are given.  We have been given freedom.  But for Girl Person, breaking out in hives, agonizing over even making a decision has been hard.  We need to see all of our options one more time. And so Wednesday..well, it is the day.  Unless we get a call on that little red house.  Then that Florida place will have to wait.

Ooh, and it’s alright and it’s coming along
We gotta get right back to where we started from
Love is good, love can be strong
We gotta get right back to where started from

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Gentle On My Mind

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Isn’t is amazing how much you appreciate something or someone when you are about to leave?

It’s knowin’ that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin’ bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

For us, the past few months here in Bodega Bay have been some of the best we have ever had.  The birds, the history, and especially the people made us feel welcome and at home.   There was lots and lots of good food, which is always a plus.  And although we have traveled more miles than Christopher Columbus did, it seemed all of our paths led us right here to rest a bit.  It was a long path for sure.

But next week? It looks like we are going to be starting up this Big Blue Treat Wagon again to hit the road back to that Florida place and Amelia Island.

When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you’re movin’ on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind


It seems a little overwhelming to our family that we have to travel so far again.  In some ways, it is exciting and we know that the paths back there could lead us to wonderful things.  But leaving here again is a lot to bear in some ways, because it is just so wonderful.  It is about as hard to do as Sheriff Brickle tearing himself away from looking in the mirror.  And that’s real hard.


But even though there will be some sadness in leaving here, we won’t let it cloud the wonderful memories we will always cherish of a time when we could say that we lived in Bodega Bay.  Doesn’t that sound nice?  We lived in Bodega Bay.  We truly lived.

Tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I’m blind
But not to where I cannot see
You walkin’ on the back roads
By the rivers flowin’ gentle on my mind

We didn’t plan to stay here as long as we did, but maybe that was part of our journey.  Yes, we are a bit sad about the little house that wasn’t to be ours right now.  But we understand why the family wanted to keep it for themselves that own it.

But guess what? There may be another little house just waiting for us somewhere else.  And we can’t let any sadness overtake us.  Because that will not let us see what could be waiting.



All of this week, there have been neighbors trying to help us, there have been birds giving us encouragement, and we have had to listen to our inner voices telling us that we may need to move on.  So we listened.  And now we plan to do so despite missing our friends here.

It’s not clingin’ to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said because
They thought we fit together walkin’

The truth is, and as a Deputy, I always tell the truth, if we are headed back to that Florida place and something here turns up, well, we will turn right back around.  But we can’t afford to sit here for much longer.  As Deputy, that takes away from my pancake money.  And we can’t have that, now can we?

Despite the sadness of saying goodbye, the memories hold much more depth for us.  Even me, and I am not so deep.  We found our laziness here by just looking at the ocean for hours.  We visited “our beach” every night, we had our routine, and it felt so, so good to have some routine.  But there is a lot to being on the road too, and we have to look at the positive of new trails again, seeing some things we may have missed before, and getting back to that Florida sunshiney. When we think of leaving Bodega Bay, we won’t be sad.  We will prefer for it to be gentle on our mind.

We plan to make the most of our last days here, and then?  We are going to celebrate hitting the road.  Our destination this time?  A yard for Brickle and I.  A place for Girl Person to make yummy food for us all and to grow it.  And a place for Boy Person to make stuff out of junk.  As you can see, our aspirations aren’t that complicated.  And isn’t that how life is too?  We try to make things more complicated than they are.  Finding happiness isn’t dependent on one house, or one state or one person.  Happiness is dependent on us.  Ourselves.  So let’s be happy that our time here in Bodega Bay and Sonoma County was all we hoped for, even with the fires.  Because we felt we were needed here.  And we would not change one thing.

Through cupped hands ’round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you’re waitin’ from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smilin’, ever gentle on my mind

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Blackbird And The Little House

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  In Bodega Bay, you know all about the reputation of the birds here.


But as I have found out, the older I get, the more I could care less about a reputation.


When handsome oozes out from every beautiful, brindle hair on my perfect body, my reputation needs no introduction.  And for the birds here, they don’t know about their reputation.  They don’t know about the movie made about them that scared everyone on the planet.


All they know is that they are birds, and that they are in a wonderful place.


But what they don’t know is that just by the presence of one of their own…one small, little blackbird, that they could help Girl Person accept what she cannot change.


One small, little blackbird has life wrapped around his wings, and he showed Girl Person yesterday thru her tears that life was not about expectation.  Life was not about things lost.  Life was about change and what could be out there if she allowed herself to see it without seeing the things that could not be.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for the moment to arise


As you have probably guessed, things are not looking good on the little house.  The persons have called, left messages, wrote letters, talked to all the neighbors.  And although we don’t have a no at this point, as Sheriff, I can only state the obvious.  Maybe they want to hold onto the most perfect house we have ever seen for themselves.  And I can’t even arrest them for that.  Because they have every right and reason to do so.  If it was my little red house, I would never let it go either.


Sometimes, you just need a good cry.  At least that is what Girl Person says.  And yesterday?  Well, I suppose she had to do it.  She said it was cleansing, almost like watching the little blackbird playing in the water.


Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life,
You were only waiting for the moment to be free

Girl Person told me that I might remember her saying that she would work as hard as she could to make it back here to this Sonoma place.  And when she said that over five years ago, I believed her.  And she did work hard.  But she worked so hard that she couldn’t enjoy much of anything.  Her only chance at happiness she thought was here.  So she wrapped all of her hopes and dreams on one thing.  And lost sight of everything else good around her.  Once we got back here a few months ago, we were happy to be here.  And it was as wonderful as we had imagined it to be.  Although it would have been our first choice to stay here, apparently, it probably is not going to happen unless something changes before next Wednesday.  And we have to accept that.

Girl Person says that she has just realized something since yesterday.  I can only imagine that the blackbird talked to her and told her so.


You see, happiness in life is not dependent on one thing.  Happiness in life is not dependent on one house or one town or one state.  Happiness is dependent on what we make of our lives and how we deal with things we cannot change.  It is up to us to deal with disappointment, realizing that what didn’t work out may lead us to something even better.

And Girl Person was told by the blackbird that when you feel injured and that you can’t go on, that is the time to see how far you can soar.

Black bird fly, black bird fly
Into the light of the dark black night

Sometimes, when we are disappointed, we don’t want to fly.  And although Girl Person could feel herself being chased by that Depression Monster again yesterday, she realized that any blackbird could chase it right back.  She was stronger than this.  Her focus she told me and Digby is to find us a yard and a place to relax.  If that place is not here, maybe there is a yard in that Florida place just waiting for us to pee on it.  And so when we leave here next week, we will know we did our best.  We left no stone unturned.  We enjoyed our time here more than words can say…even more than Digby can howl.


Girl Person says that in years past, she would have made it her goal to get back here one day.  She would have made it her passion to buy that little house even if it took years to do it.  But no.  Sometimes, life is what you make of it at the time.  Maybe we were only meant to enjoy it here for a short time in order to appreciate it more.  Will Bodega Bay always be in our hearts?  I don’t need to tell you that it will.  But I do need to say thank you blackbird.  Thank you for showing us that life’s winds will take us where we need to go.  It is up to us to soar.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for the moment to arise

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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A Rich Girl, Laundered Money, A Raven And The Little House

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  It is not often that I can use my Deputy skills in such a useful way on a regular morning walk.  But years of on the job training has made me into the law enforcement officer that I am.  Never did I think in all my years that pooping on a fence would lead to some money for Girl Person.

Don’t you know, don’t you know
That it’s wrong to take what is given you

You see, let me give you a little background in case you are not aware of why I poop on fences and trees.  Before I was rescued, I had to go to the bathroom in a cage, and I hated it.  But I got used to it, and I could never break the habit.  So, yeah.  My bathroom consists of fences and poor trees who rue the day they were born when I walk by.  Sorry.  Trees.


But as far as fences, well, it paid off in the end after all of these years. I knew that it would one day. As I pulled Girl Person into a fence on our morning walk yesterday, she saw it.  A twenty dollar bill wet and stuck in the fence.

High and dry, out of the rain
It’s so easy to hurt others when you can’t feel pain
And don’t you know that a love can’t grow

Well, I tried to take aim on it before she could grab it and I succeeded.  She stood there for a moment and looked around.  What had just happened?  Who had lost this money?  Was it worth it to her to wash this money?  Would anyone even want this money after this just occurred?  We were on a trail not many people went on, but plenty of horses.  So as she stood there with the money, I took advantage and got a little snack myself.  And Girl Person decided that yes, she would launder the money. And although she was sad for whoever lost it, she realized the chances of knowing or ever finding out who they were were slim.  About as slim as the chance they would want their money back with poop on it.  She.  Was.  Rich.

You’re a rich girl, and you’ve gone too far
‘Cause you know it don’t matter anyway

Well, we hurried back to the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV with poop money and as usual, Boy Person had no questions for the morning events. He has learned just not to ask, because when he does, a bird takes off with his underwear.  You know what I’m talking about from yesterday.


But anyway, Girl Person got to laundering her dirty money outside and started day dreaming about all of the things she could buy for herself.  Because she decided that if she had to wash poop money, she deserved to spend it.

Say money but it won’t get you too far,
Get you too far

Now. You may think that she wanted a special bottle of Sonoma wine.  And you would be correct.  But she realized that she was going to buy that anyway.  It was a day of the week that ended in day so that was a given.  So she thought to herself that she would buy something she had wanted for a really long time.  And she went right to the kite and candy store.

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I am not sure how the simplest things can make us all so happy sometimes, but I am glad that they do.  Seeing Girl Person watch her new friend the raven was enough to make us all happy about the poop money.  And we hoped that the person that lost it found some poop money somewhere else too.  Since we were on a roll of happy, the persons decided that they would continue with being detectives on the little house in Bodega Bay.

As they pulled up in the neighborhood, they got side tracked by a man person’s art gallery in his garage.  They talked a long time to him about his pretty paintings and his rescue dogs.  He told them that he knew that the little house needed a lot of love.  He told them that he hoped they could be neighbors and the persons went off to see if they could talk to any of the family.  They found their house, but no one was home, so they left a note.  Girl Person simply wrote the letter with all her heart.  She said she was a writer and that after 48 states and traveling so long, this house spoke more to her heart than any house..anywhere.  Do you know that Girl Person has never even thought of herself as a writer until yesterday? She beamed when she told us that she thought she probably was, although I hate to tell her this, but it has been Brickle and I writing this dog blog for almost six years now. And when she realized that another writer had lived there in the past that loved to talk to the ravens, it made her think that in some way, she needed to be here too.

If you remember, our Granny Person that passed away a few years ago, you may remember she was sick for a little bit.  When she was sick, it seemed that every day, more and more ravens would arrive at her house.  Some people may find it ominous, but Girl Person found it comforting.  Other members of the family remarked that it made them feel as if her life mattered beyond her little living room.  And the birds helped with just their presence. Being in Bodega Bay, you know of all the birds here.  And we love them.  And Girl Person loves her raven.  If nothing else, this raven blowing in the wind will always remind her of this special place which will live on in her heart. She will also remember the poopy $20 bill.

So there you have it.  And so now…we wait a little bit.  But we can’t wait too long…next week, we will leave for Florida if we can’t live here.


So far gone, on your own
You can get along if you try to be strong

I think I have to go the bathroom again now.  Girl Person needs to go to store and can use the extra money.  Poopy or not.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Dirty Laundry, Missing Underwear And A Little House

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. It is beyond me and Deputy Digby to understand the trouble that you persons go thru…all because you have to wear pants. I am just going to state the obvious.  Because we have said it before.  Pants equals no fun.


You have to shop for pants. Then, you have to try on pants. That in itself seems torturous. I can’t imagine on the days that I eat too many peanut butter cookies trying on pants.


Then, once you find pants that fit, you have to wash them because you dirty them up.  Plus, persons have to wear more pants underneath their pants called underwear. Pants, pants, pants. Too. Many. Pants.

Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don’t have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry

Now, when you have been on the road for as long as we have, the persons find it too difficult to go and shop for pants and underwear. We have so much to do every day, and so sometimes, they order their pants and underwear in the mail. This in itself is a big deal, and once they order the pants and underwear, they have to pay for the pants and underwear and then they have to wait for the pants and underwear. So when Boy Person ordered his underwear last week, he was all excited because for once they fit! But he didn’t know that his excitement would end up in a missing underwear report.

People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry

You see, it came time to wash the dirty pants, and as Girl Person always does with every chore she has, she turns into the the roadrunner.

She says she has no time in the day for laundry, for cooking, for more laundry.

You don’t really need to find out what’s going on
You don’t really want to know just how far it’s gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry

So she tries to do everything as fast as she can.  She loaded up all the laundry yesterday and dirty pants, she threw them in the machines at camp and beep! beep! She put in those quarters and off she went back to the RV to work.  That dirty laundry was getting clean and she was off to work until it was time to dry them.  Then beep! beep! Back to the machines, put them in the dryer and beep! beep!  Fold, hang up, throw in drawers.  Again, pants.  More pants and underwear.  Until they could wear them again and get them dirty again.  But where.  Were.  Boy Person’s underwear?  His new underwear?

She looked and looked and could not find them anywhere.  So she beeped, beeped back to the machines and tried to find them.  She looked in the dryers.  No.  Underwear.  No underwear for him to wear under those pants. And as she was shaking her head, wondering how in the world she could have managed to lose a brand new pair of underwear, she remembered.  Maybe she had dropped them when she walked too fast back to the RV.

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down

Now, at this point, she was tired.  She wanted to look for the missing underwear, but for a minute, she thought about telling Boy Person some elaborate story of where his beloved underwear had went. That would save her from looking.  She didn’t have time for this.

Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody’s pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry

But, she decided that she better look, because, well, she didn’t want any other campers stealing their mailed underwear.  That is when she started walking and looking on the ground and saw it.  A bird.  A bird in Bodega Bay.  Flying off with a pair.  Of.  Underwear.


You see, a bird with underwear is probably the missing link to this missing underwear report and there was no need to continue looking.  Obviously.  And as Sheriff, I told Girl Person that the case was closed.  But for Girl Person?  She had to tell Boy Person what happened, and as she saw the bird drop the underwear on a boat, she thought, well, maybe she should keep it to herself.  How had she managed to do this?

You don’t really need to find out what’s going on
You don’t really want to know just how far it’s gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry

As you can imagine, as Girl Person was relating this tale, Boy Person realized that his tail was not going to be covered by the new underwear for his pants he had just bought.  He was speechless as he thought of the underwear lost, and suggested to Girl Person that perhaps he should do the laundry next time.

As we were recovering from the morning so far, we decided to go back to the little red house that is now the center this week of our time here in Bodega Bay.  If you remember the blog from yesterday, you know that we are trying to find out if the owners wants to sell this little house that Girl Person adores.  You may not believe this like you don’t believe the missing  underwear story, but one of our loyal readers called us.  Yes.  She saw a picture of the house on our Facebook page…and could not believe her eyes.  Can you believe…we almost can’t…that her great grandfather built this house in the 1920’s?  She and Girl Person had a long chat, and although more detective work has to be done, we are hoping that we can make some kind of contact with the owners this week.  We are trying our best to see who owns this little red house of our dreams.  As Sheriff, here are the details you may be interested in knowing.  This is what we have gathered so far.


  1.  The house was lived in by a children’s author who loved to talk to the ravens in the area.  He also invented games.  So it is a creative place.
  2. This was a special place for family, for furkids and many memories were made here by the families fortunate enough to call it home.  We hope that maybe…just maybe…it can be loved this way again.
  3. The neighbors here have welcomed us, and they have tried to help us locate phone numbers and contact information.  They love us, and we love their furkids.  It is amazing to see how helpful people are here, and we thank them for that.

So, that is all we have so far.  Girl Person has left a voicemail and sent emails, and now…we wait for a bit.  Until our next step.  Which will probably be buying more underwear for Boy Person for his unnecessary pants.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle



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A Big, Bad Wolf, Raccoons And A Little House

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Who is afraid of the big bad wolf? Apparently, Boy Person, if he has to go out three times in the middle of the night with me.

You may remember that the persons have been pretty sick the last few weeks. First, they had the flu and then they got sick from the smoke here. I guess me and the Sheriff must have got too close to them, and well, we got sick this weekend too. Especially me.

Sometimes, when you get sick, you drink a lot of water. And sometimes when you drink a lot of water, you have to pee a lot. That sometimes ended up being three times in the middle of the night Friday. But the sometimes were about pee at first, then about a wolf and a few, if not many raccoons.

You may wonder to yourself, what was a wolf doing in a campground in the middle of the night? Well, I didn’t wonder, because a few nights ago, as Girl Person sometimes does, she read us a story about a Big Bad Wolf. So I knew that he was out there. Somewhere. But instead of pigs too, we got a family of raccoons.

As I stood howling at the door…a 3 a.m. dramatic howl, Boy Person ran and got on his clothes and shoes and hurriedly got me outside. All of that water I had drank earlier had really made this an urgent situation. And as we ran down the street to find an acceptable, emergency bush to pee on, I all of a sudden remembered the bedtime story of the Big Bad Wolf. I remembered it was really, really dark outside. I remembered that the Big Bad Wolf may be out there. And then I heard them. Who I thought were the pigs too under our RV was really a family of raccoons. And they were not happy that we were outside.

I saw them just as soon as I started climbing the steps to the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV, and I smelled them, but Boy Person had not noticed them. So, as all good rescue foxhounds must do, I decided that our best bet to remain safe was to go back outside to tell them that not only were they not welcome here, but to warn them that Big Bad Wolf might be there. I just knew they had not read that bedtime story to be informed. I am so up on the news.

So I waited until Boy Person got back into bed and I started howling again. As you can imagine, he was not too thrilled about this, and Girl Person offered to take over. He however took me outside, and I started to drag him as fast as I could under the RV. Now, you may not think that a RV is easy to be dragged under, and no, it is not. But I am all about getting the job done. Boy Person was so mad about it, he took me back inside and forgot to let me pee. Again.

So as he got back into bed this time, against all odds of being let out again, I decided to try. I mean, I had to. So the howling now started up again and a 3:45 a.m. howl is louder than a 3 a.m. howl by a bit. Boy Person asked me if I was seriously kidding. He told me if I was trying to fool him again, it was going to be t-r-o-u-b-l-e. And I don’t know how to spell, but either do raccoons and this was not about spelling. He put on his pants again and asked Girl Person if she thought that the pants wearing was really necessary at this point. He got me outside, I thought that I probably should pee again, so I did and made it extra long. As we were standing there, we heard it.

Howling. Grrrroooowwwllllling. Louder. Growling. More growling. And as Boy Person stood still in his dirty pants which were unnecessary, the dirt, and the pants, I knew it was true, and I was terrified. The Big Bad Wolf was for real. Boy Person told me to remain quiet, and whatever pee I had left now escaped me. We slowly made our way back to the RV, and there they were. A family of raccoons surrounding us. I scrambled up the steps in a fit of raccoon howling and Boy Person laughing. You see, that growling we heard?

Boy Person tried to tell me it was not in fact a mountain lion or a Big Bad Wolf as I had feared. It was some angry raccoons mad that we were ruining their trash party and shoe stealing escapades which they were dragging under the RV.

Well, I figured that was probably enough of peeing and going outside for one night. Boy Person removed his dirty pants, got into bed and I saw him occasionally peaking out the window. Big Bad Wolfs are unpredictable as are raccoons with shoes.

In the morning, Girl Person was tired, but not as tired as Boy Person with no pants, and she decided to take us on a little hike so that Boy Person could rest. She takes us to a hiking place every few days in a place called Salmon Creek. There are little old houses there, and artsy people and such nice furkids. Ever since we got here, she has been looking at a little house and she says that she loves it so much she wants to cry. She seems to do that alot lately.


So as we were walking by it for the millionth time, Girl Person decided that she was going to find out about this little house. But then it dawned on me. This house looked alot like the Grandma’s cottage from Little Red Riding Hood. Was the Big Bad Wolf here and just waiting for us? Who is everyone trying to fool here?

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Raccoons. Wolves. Little houses. It was a full weekend. Girl Person told us that we are staying here in Bodega Bay till November 1 as we had planned. This little house with possibly the Big Bad Wolf? This is going to be our last effort to stay in this California place.

Like no other house we have saw, this house speaks to us, despite having a wolf living in it. And some may say we are crazy for trying to find out who has this house that is not for sale. But sometimes, the crazy things persons do result from what is in their hearts. It is no secret we love it here. But if the little house doesnt work out, it is ok. We have decided that a house with a yard, wherever it is, is ok with us. But we are giving it one last try, Sonoma County. Wolf or no wolf.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Don’t Worry, Baby

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. This week? It was definitely better than dealing with the fires last week. We want to let you know though that there are still fires burning here, and many people still here fighting these fires. We are still thanking them too. They have worked hard and for many, many days.

Don’t worry baby
Everything will turn out alright

This past week was still hard for California, and many parts, although recovering, were still having many problems. But we could feel a sense of normalcy start to occur in the air. And the people here were so happy about it. Has it ever felt so good to be normal? I don’t know how to be normal, but when it is in the air, the persons say that sometimes that is a very good thing. Daily activities were happening like people shopping and driving places. Some people were going to restaurants and we even saw some people on vacation on the beach. It wasn’t that people forgot about the fires, but they had to get a little bit of worry off of their plate and more pancakes on it. That is at least what I wanted. Or to step in horse poop. Either one worked for me this week.

In fact, the worry seemed to keep trickling a little bit further and further. We know that it will be a very long time until a full normal day happens here in Sonoma County. For the people rebuilding and the volunteers still trying to help, it will be a long journey back to a completely normal place.


You know that usually we do not like rain, but when it started raining yesterday, we felt like the tears of all of the people here in California were pouring down. It was the start of healing. We felt it. And our worry? We still feel it. The people here still feel it. But when you talk to them, they are happy, just because of a normal day. And it feels good.


It is easy to tell someone not to worry when that someone isn’t you. Sometimes you can see a silver lining for someone else, but you can’t see it for yourself. For us, we see the strength of the people in this county and all of the firefighters and officers and so many others that helped them to get to this point. But when it comes down to it, we all have to make our own silver lining, no matter what the circumstances. No one else can do it for us.

We see in an instance how things can go wrong, but when you see people appreciating a normal day, it makes those normal days so wonderful. Because everyday is a gift with it’s own wrapping. Some days, you think that whoever wrapped that present used too much wrapping paper, and it is taking you forever to get to the present. But then you ignore the beautiful paper…and isn’t half the fun working towards whatever gift you want?

I think that usually that is the case unless you are waiting on pancakes to be made. In that case, I say get to the pancakes. And if you feel like that, sometimes, you have to toss aside whatever is standing in your way to get to some normalcy. Like you have to forget about the work you have to do. It will be there tomorrow. You have to forget about that bill you can’t pay. Oh, it will be there tomorrow. But don’t forget about the good staring right in front of you that may not be there tomorrow. Sheriff Brickle would say you can’t forget about responsiblities, and I am not sure i agree with that because I sure can forget about responsibilities pretty easily. But what you do have to do sometimes is prioritize and shuffle stuff around. Just like the people of Sonoma County are having to do.

They may have lost their homes, but they appreciate they made it out with their lives. They may have lost their clothes, but their furkids made it out with them. They may have lost everything. But they now have an appreciation for normal they did not have before, and we hear many people saying that this has made them think of what they do need to change in their lives to be happy. We stand in awe of them and we love them so much.

And if you knew how much I loved you
Baby nothing could go wrong with you

And for those who are not ready to see the silver lining yet? We understand that too. Because sometimes, it takes awhile. And we know they will find it.

Worry is a heavy burden. Many people wake up with it, or go to sleep with it. Dogs have it easy in that regards. My belly only worries what is for dinner, or breakfast, or a snack. People seem to worry about worrying. So I say today? Take a break. See your silver lining. It is there if you look for it.

Stay tuned to see where we are headed…or if we are headed out on Monday! Why? We don’t know yet. We aren’t going to worry about it today.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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The Eye Of The Tiger. Or Glare.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  You may not believe this…but if looks could kill, well, I suggest you never look at my picture again.


If adoration was what I was looking for today, it would be just like any other day.  But today feels a little different.  The air feels a little cleaner.  A little less dry.  A lot less smokey.  And the past week and a half feels like a blur.

It’s the eye of the tiger
It’s the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival

There comes a time where you have to brush the dust off of your feet or the ashes out of your shoes and realize that you are thankful.  We see all of the families that lost their homes, lost loved ones, lost furkids. And the fire affected even people and furkids beyond that in this California place.  For those of us who were not in the direct path of the fires, the worry, the constant “should we stay or should we go” daily question stressed us out.  And yes, it even stressed out me and Deputy.  So when we woke up this morning, and felt a chill in the air, and fog in the air, we felt relieved.  Were things going to get better now?  For the past week, I have been crying in my sleep, Deputy Digby has had a tummy ache, and Girl Person has nightmares.  Boy Person tries to keep us all together, and today, well, we just have sorta crashed.  But this is needed.  Why?  Because we have to pull ourselves together.  We feel inspired.  And the people in Sonoma County are inspiring us to move forward.  They are picking up the pieces of their lives.  And this depression monster that got us with uncertainty last week?  I am looking it directly in the face.  I am glaring  directly in its face.  After a nap.

Rising up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I’m back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive


In my humble opinion if I was humble, I figure that we have two choices.  The first is to keep being scared and not make any decisions about when or if we are going to that Florida place on November 1st.  Or second, we could do something.  I say do something.  This tiger says rise up.  Stop making excuses that you are scared of a wrong decision.  Because no decision is the wrong one.

Life is about simple choices.  The persons try and make it complicated.  And they do as great of a job at it as I do being handsome.  But not as good of a job as smelling as bad as Digby. That is an aspiration rarely achieved.


All of the indecision, looking at houses, figuring out money, the lack of money, where we want to be…over and over and over again has been exhausting.  But what does it come down to? For Girl Person she had only one thought after a couple of nights ago.

Some may think she is crazy.  And some may think we act crazy.  But all of a sudden, it hit the persons at the same time like a wisp of air from Digby.  Or gust.  We.  Need.  A.  Yard.  End.  Of.  Story.

So many times it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

So.  Girl Person made a plan in her head and listened to it over the sound of fire engine sirens.  We were going to have to do something.  And soon.  Me and Digby deserve a yard and a peaceful street to walk on.  And it has to be soon.  We have been patient enough.  48 states and 48 rescues took us a long time.  And it was fun.  But whether we stay in this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV or not, we have to have a yard, and time is a wasting.  We are open now.  If the right yard comes up in California? We come back from Florida. If it is in Florida once we get there, we stay.  Why? Digby and I don’t care what state we are in if we have what we need.

Hanging tough, staying hungry
They stack the odds still we take to the street 

How can such a big decision be based on something so simple? Because it is that simple.  Life is simple, but we don’t hear what our hearts tell us.  My heart tells me every day to arrest everyone, and usually my heart is right.  And fires?  This goes without saying, and I haven’t said it because I didn’t even want to talk to you.  But YOU. ARE. ARRESTED.  I’m glaring at you.  And you don’t mess with the stare of a tiger.

For us, the past week was nothing at all compared to the people in the path of the fires directly.  And we just want to say to everyone in California, we are so proud of you.  We knew this place was special.  But it is the most special place in the world to us.  Sonoma will forever be our inspiration to be better people and furkids. And it will be an inspiration for us to live our lives and appreciate the simple things that are always there for us to notice. Now..we just need to notice where our yard is.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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