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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Here’s an idea for you. Amazon is now selling and delivering tiny houses made from shipping containers–all you need is land and a slab…and space for your yard. Might be a start! You could keep the treat wagon as a second apartment. 🙂