This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Oh, when it rains it pours. When it snows, it pours. When it is cold, it pours. Kind of like Deputy Digby Pancake pours on the maple syrup. Oh, it pours.
We have had a rough few days and nights, that is for sure. 2018 didn’t start off so good.
Been working so hard
I’m punching my card
Eight hours for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
But when all was said and done…at least last night when we got to camp…things didn’t seem so bad. Until we remembered.
As if it wasn’t bad enough that the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV broke down, well, Boy Person found out when we left yesterday from camp that the Jeep also was broke down. I am no mechanic. But I am not sure how we are going to be able to buy peanut butter cookies and pancakes without a car.
We knew that these days would probably come when everything started giving out, including us. It has been a long year and half. Actually, a year and eight months. And we have been fortunate, I think, that we have made it this far. It doesn’t make it any easier though now that we are so close to being finished to have all of this happen at once. It makes for one very irritable Sheriff when the persons make our dinner late and are worrying.
You’re playing so cool, obeying every rule
Deep way down in your heart
You’re burning, yearning for the some-somebody to tell you
That life ain’t passing you by
I suppose that we would be a lot happier to deal with this junk if we had a home to go home too. But, Deputy Digby reminded me that finding a home to live in is part of this adventure too. And it’s not over yet. But. How are we going to get back to that Florida place? Seems as though at this point, maybe we should just start walking.
You got to turn me around
And put your feet on the ground
Gotta take the hold of all
You see, Boy Person only got the Big Blue Treat Wagon fixed temporarily. And the Jeep? It is not looking good. And we need a plan, because the persons say that to get stranded just isn’t an option. Getting stranded makes for nonenjoyable wine drinking for the persons and dinners not at a picnic table which I have become accustomed to.
So my plan is this. If we have to walk home, so be it. We will get there. And we will have fun doing it! I don’t normally approve of letting loose. But you gotta cut loose. Footloose. If I had shoes to kick off, I would. And if Digby had shoes, guaranteed they would stink.
I am serious about this. This adventure has taken us to some amazing places, we have met some amazing people, furkids, rescues and shelters. And we aren’t going to let broken down houses on wheels or broken down Jeeps get to us. We will figure this out.
I’ve got this feeling
That time’s just holding me down
I’ll hit the ceiling
Or else I’ll tear up this town
You see, maybe this is part of our journey and we still have some lessons to learn. The persons are still second and third guessing some decisions, but I say what is the use in that? I do say I hope they figure it out quickly. It is a long walk to get peanut butter cookies today. And I might need a pawdicure after.
We are in San Antonio, Texas until Thursday. Then, join us as we hopefully make our way to Galveston, Texas.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle
