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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