This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Do you ever feel like that you are starring in a movie of your own life and watching it? Yeah, I do. Because sometimes, I look around and I think, where in the world are we? And how in the world did we end up here?
Tombstone, Arizona was in the movie of my life this past weekend. You see, for some reason, the persons thought that it would be a great idea to take Sheriff Brickle and I to an old Western town.
The persons tried to tell us that there weren’t real guns here anymore or people having shootouts, and that it was just entertainment now. Entertainment? Entertainment is watching me roll in horse poop. Entertainment is watching me eat dinner in five seconds. I say don’t worry about bitin’ off more’n you can chew; your mouth is probably a whole lot bigger’n you think.
We went into saloons and even museums. I am not one for learnin’, and when there is a choice between treats or learnin’, I say hand over the treats and no one gets licked.
Apparently, it hadn’t gotten around town yet that law enforcement had arrived.
But she finally handed over the treats, and we were on our way, no smarter than when we came in. I say never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear, or a fool from any direction. I don’t know what that means, but I read it and that was learnin’ enough.
As we continued to tour this town with cowboys and horses and lots of hats, Girl Person told us that we were being very good boys and extremely good at enforcing the law, and that we deserved some ice cream. She asked us if we felt like eating some ice cream. I say never ask a barber if you need a haircut and don’t ask us if we like ice cream. She told us about a place in this town that served dogs their own ice cream cones. Now, I am not one for history, but even a foxhound like me knows it was probably pretty unlikely that back in the day they served dogs their own ice cream cones. But I also know that to live in the past is not a good thing and ice cream always is!
I knew my game plan here. I was in the west. I was in Tombstone, Arizona. By reputation, I have the quickest draw on ice cream. Sheriff Brickle? Let’s just say his nickname is Slow Draw McPaw. Who would win this round?
Yeah, Tombstone, Arizona may not have known us before we arrived, but when we left, the whole town felt safer from us being there.
I single pawadly peed on every saloon door front, I negotiated a peaceful treat handover, and I rid the town of the overabundance of ice cream. And I wasn’t slow about it like Sheriff Brickle.
You are welcome Tombstone, Arizona. I liked this part of my life’s movie. If sometimes you feel like you are watching a movie about your life from the outside…and you don’t like it…change it. Make it good! Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.
Stay tuned for more adventures this week! We are in Arizona until Thursday and then we are on to New Mexico! Are you coming with us? I say if you’re ridin’ ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it’s still there with ya.
-Deputy Digby Pancake, the fastest ice cream draw in the West!