2 Traveling Frogs?

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  I have heard that sometimes you get a frog in your throat. Well, sometimes you get a frog in your RV.  Sometimes you get two frogs in your RV.  Sometimes, they croak all night long in a never-ending symphony of croakiness that even cows wouldn’t come home to. Sometimes you wonder if life is trying to tell you something.  Or the frogs.


First, the Scarlet Pimpernel and now two frogs want to join us in this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV for the ride. Well, we don’t even know where we are going after this in a month!  So why did the frogs hitch a ride from Tampa?  Why did the Scarlet Pimpernel hitch a ride back and forth too? Who else is in here?  Mouse?  You better have found another house.  This sure isn’t big enough for us all at this point.


“Frog in a little pond can be much happier than fish in a vast ocean.”

First, we have one frog who decided he was going to hitch a ride in the skylight on the four hour journey to Jacksonville.  Then, apparently his friend hitched a ride in the air conditioner.  Which is broken, I might add.  Coincidence? I think not.

“Frogs have it made, they get to eat what bugs them.”

Girl Person says that everything on this earth has something to say if we listen.  Some we have to pay a little bit more attention to hear it, like the butterflies, or the ants.  Some won’t let us ignore them, like the Scarlet Pimpernel or the 2 Traveling Frogs.

“Frog in the mud is happier than then man, because it has no ambition to reach the stars!”

But I think that everything has a bit of music to give to our ears.  Because everything has its own song, its own tune.  The strange thing is, often, we feel like we are being inconvenienced by the music.  Maybe because we are in our own world.  Maybe that is why the frogs croak so loud.  No one would take time to hear them if they didn’t sing it loud and proud.

So I think that the best thing to do at this point with all of this music going on is to form a band.  Who do you think would be the lead singer?

A band like ours would be hard to beat.  2 Traveling Dogs with 2 Traveling Frogs and a stylish, Scarlet Pimpernel.  I would not know what to call our band though.  What about just one word? Pancake?  That way, fans would throw pancakes at us.  The frogs could use them as lily pads.  And the Scarlet Pimpernel could make a cushy bed for his nest out of one.  Sheriff Brickle?


I know he would be the lead singer and try to steal all of the pancakes, but a lead singer gets too busy fighting off adoring fans.  And since he has so much trouble expressing his emotions, I think that this job in the band is made for him.  He can sing it.  And still keep his day job of laying down the law while not seeming sensitive.

If not for the frogs, I would have never thought about the possibility of a band.  And so, even though this Big Blue Treat Wagon is seeming more and more like the Partridge family..well…I’m kinda digging it.  My name IS Digby.

So, thank you 2 Traveling Frogs for hitching that ride.  I am not sure where you want to go here in this Jacksonville, Florida place.  Because there is a lot of ocean.  And I don’t think your lily pad would last very long.  But there are ponds too.  And lakes.  And there is plenty for us to show you.  It’s nice that our traveling can take a break for this month.  It will be nice to spend it with new friends.  But I do have to tell you.  For the band, last call is at 10 p.m. and the persons are pretty strict on that one.  If you want to stay, you are going to have to be yourself a little quieter.  You know, like when Girl Person tells me to use my inside voice.  And maybe while you are here, can you fix the air conditioning? You seem to like it up there.
-Deputy Digby Pancake


Pawcast Podcast #19 Ohio

This was literally a rescue visit that changed our lives. Lions, tigers and bears in Ohio! Oh my!

Mentioned in this week’s podcast:

Noah’s Lost Ark 

“Stop Crying Wolf” Episode

Ohio Cincinnati Chili For Dogs Recipe


Hiking With My Dogs Changed My Path In Life

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If you have followed this blog for any length of time, you know that the Girl Person behind 2 Traveling Dogs, that’s me, well, I battle with depression.  And it is not just a battle I have fought for a short time, but for as long as I can remember.  It didn’t start because I had a bad life circumstance, or illness.  It was just…always…there. Kind of like that old friend who you don’t remember how you met.

Before Brickle and Digby, I really had no idea how bad my depression was.  Sure, I was diagnosed, and I went to doctor after doctor.  I went on pill after pill.  Treatments would work for awhile, and then stop working.  I would think that I could beat it myself, go off medications, and start that downward spiral that took all of the energy I had to pull myself out of it.  And although I have always considered myself a strong person when it comes to willpower, I could not will myself out of this one.  I took to overachieving and what some may call high-functioning depression.  I held down jobs, I took care of my grandparents’ property, took care of my family, and held it together.  Pretty.  Darn. Good. And I did this for years.  Many. Years.

I don’t tell you all of this for anyone to feel sorry for me, or to feel bad about treatments or therapies they choose for themselves.  No.  I tell you this simply because if I can help anyone, even just one person to feel better, and to make their dog’s life better in the process, then writing this dog blog for over seven years would have been worth every word.  Every tear.  Every late night ramble.

I was not really an “outdoorsy” girl growing up.  In fact, I wasn’t athletic, but clumsy.  I had little self confidence, and I never even pictured myself traveling.  When I look at my life’s picture now, I know that as a child, or young adult, I would have never recognized myself, because it was a long path to this spot.  And I am still going.


Fast forward to 2009 when we adopted Peanut Butter Brickle.  It was apparent right away that Brickle wasn’t going to be one of those dogs that was content just to be a dog.  Yeah.  Brickle needed exercise, or he chewed up furniture.  He needed walks, or he ate our shoes.  He needed to play with other dogs, or he got sad.  I read every book I could.  I wanted him to be happy, yet all other dogs in my life before him had seemed to amuse themselves.  We didn’t know what to do except to adopt another dog!  So next came Digby Pancake.  And he was the most challenging dog I could have picked.  It took many months to realize that their well-beings were going to depend on one thing.  That they felt fulfilled.  That they had a job.  That they had a reason to get out of bed every day.  And I was no different.  What could be our job?  Together?


I read that dogs liked schedules.  I had not started this blog, and we had not even thought about our first move to California, so traveling wasn’t even on my mind.  But something I read struck me.  I read that some dogs liked the job of hiking.  I read that dogs enjoyed trails and accomplishments and problem solving.  I read that this could make their behavior better.  That they could be happier.  And I thought to myself, you know, I could use a little exercise outside of my cubicle.  And I could spend more time with my dogs.


But as we found our first, two mile trail that weekend, I second guessed my decision.  Could I really do this? Should I really do this?  Was I in good enough shape?  Was I safe out here?  What about snakes, or other animals on the trail?  Once again, my self confidence was nothing.  But as I forced myself out of that car, I will never…ever…forget the first five minutes.  The dogs. Were. Thrilled.  They sniffed, they each tried to lead on the path, and they were in their element.  Totally in their element.  I forgot my self doubt, I looked at my new hiking shoes, and I was me.  This was me.  This was unlike any pill I had ever taken.  I literally felt a cloud lift off of my chest and out of my head.  And I have never been the same.


Sometimes, when we are trying to solve one problem in life, we are focused on what we think is the only way to face it.  Hiking wasn’t something that I aspired to take up.  But all of a sudden, here I was in the woods, noticing things.  Trees, birds chirping, normal parts of a day.  But when you have the Depression Monster, you are blind to these things.  No one was out here in the woods judging me, or worrying about what I was wearing. No one cared that I tripped over every tree root, or was slower than most.  It was just me and my dogs and no depression.  And that one trail changed my life.


It wasn’t a conscious decision to keep hiking day after day.  It was like breathing.  I just did it.  And for those ten years that I was on medication, I have had ten more without.  The best medicine for me includes the outdoors, trails, travels, and you guessed it…dogs.  Because knowing that they are loving the journey just as much as I do makes me keep going.  I still wake up days with that heavy monster on my chest.  But when you know that two other lives are depending on you, you have to get up.  You have to keep going.  You have to walk that path.  Because being on the path together is life.

I often wonder how I would be today if I had not found this path in life.  I often wonder if my dogs would be as fulfilled.  Because that one path started us on the road to self confidence, to travel, to animal rescue, and to where we are today.  It’s a crazy place.  But I am happy our trails led us here.

If you are suffering with depression, you don’t have to go on a ten mile hike through the Appalachian Trail, or travel to 48 states in an RV like us.  Your path may be different.  But I will say that trying to make our dogs happy and fulfilled may be a great start to a path of happy.  And I think that it is worth a try.  You are worth a try. And your dog is saying…”let’s go!”

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-Rachael Johnson, Owner and Girl Person of 2 Traveling Dogs

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Follow That Dream. Or That Bird.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Some things seem too good to be true. Like my handsome.  Some things seem highly unlikely.  Such as if there is anyone that stinks worse than Deputy Digby Pancake.  And some things are just crazy when they happen.  And you wonder.  Am I seeing what I am seeing?

You guessed it.  We got back to our camping spot here in Jacksonville, Florida.  And we got back to nature. The beach.  Our happy place.  And one. Red. Bird.  The Scarlet Pimpernel was back. And I thought, wow, this bird really is a stalker.  He keeps following us to our campsite here.  It was actually quite scary.  I started having flashbacks.

I sat on the couch and I looked at the Scarlet Pimpernel.  He had quite a fondness for this Big Blue Treat Wagon of ours.  No matter how many pieces of tape we put on the mirrors, or bags, he still had to look at himself and his reflection…not unlike myself.  But why in the world was he stalking us? Or why were we stalking him? We thought when we last left, that would be our final time together.

I thought and I thought about why such a literary and educated bird would want with a Big Blue Treat Wagon and driving us crazy.  What was he up to?  He wasn’t try to wake us up in the morning like birds usually do.  No…he was too late for that.  That wasn’t his job or his endeavor.

It was almost like he was trying to tell us something.  And this something must have been very important.  I can only imagine that when we drove back to that Tampa place that he may have been hitchhiking the whole time.  I thought that it would be pretty easy for a bird to catch the wind of a Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  But why. Why. And then. It came to me.  He wanted to turn 2 Traveling Dogs into the 3 Musketeers.

You know, I have never thought that a bird would want to join our mission to “Make Rescues The Breed Of Choice”. I mean, why would a bird want to travel? Why would a red bird want to be in a blue RV? And then I thought, you know, I kind of do understand it.  To The Scarlet Pimpernel, he realizes that he could do so much more in life, and go further with a little help.  He can fly faster when he follows us and holds on. So many of us think that if we follow our dreams, we have to do it all alone.  Some of us think that we don’t need any help.  But following your dream can mean accepting help to get there and helping others get there too.

The Scarlet Pimpernel is distinguished and I have to admit, his red feathers are fit for royalty.  Red and brindle kind of go together, so I have decided not to arrest him.  The truth is, I particularly can’t figure out who is following who or who is teaching who? And I think that is the best part of all.  Just enjoying someone while we can, while letting them just be themselves is what we should do.  So Scarlet Pimpernel? We meet again in Jacksonville Beach, Florida.  You may have followed us to Tampa. We may have followed you back. But what we have started is more important.  A friendship.  And we can see where that leads.  I do have to warn you though. Deputy Digby only sees a candy bar when he hears 3 Musketeers.  So I would fly right.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Any Day Now

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Oh, what a week.  If someone would have told us on Monday that we would be having a week like this, well, there would have been nothing we could have done about it.  And so.  That’s that.  And there was a lot of that. But there was still a lot of this face.  You’re welcome.


Every day that we thought things were getting better, they got worse.  And more worse. And worser.  We thought that we were never going to be able to leave.  Then our air conditioning broke.  The Big Blue Treat Wagon didn’t want to go anywhere.  And Boy Person had just about had it with working on it in 90 degree weather.  Yeah.  We had had better days. But we were still trying to be strong. That’s what we do.

So we had to find the one responsible for the sabotage of the RV, otherwise Girl Person was going to keep singing. But I was too busy being sad about leaving my dirt hole.  And so the Deputy took over.  That’s the good thing about having a Deputy.  This was the Deputy’s chance to shine.  Shine like a diamond.  Or a pancake dripping with maple syrup.


While I was supervising all of the goings on of Memaw Macaw’s driveway, it occurred to me that perhaps, just perhaps, Deputy Digby could solve this crime.  We had to know. Who had in fact broke the RV so that we couldn’t make it to the beach?  I thought this was the Deputy’s chance to earn his paycheck. Or pawcheck.  First of all, no one suspected that he was watching them.  Because Digby just sleeps.  Second of all, The Deputy had some personal interest in this mystery being solved. Yes.  He was worried that one more day of Boy Person working on the broken down RV and Girl Person’s worry would make his eggies late.  Or even worse…skipping a meal.  So he had to do what he had to do. A stakeout.  Without steak.  It was going to be hard.  But we had to get out of this driveway! Memaw Macaw sold her house, there were people coming in to steal my dirthole, and it was imperative. This was important.  I was leaving it to the Deputy.  And I am more proud of him than I ever have been.

It’s true! We are back on the road today! Keep your paws crossed. #2travelingdogs

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Yes.  Deputy Digby solved the mystery of the broken down, Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  Memaw Macaw.  She didn’t want us to go.  She wanted us to keep looking at her chess game from 1974 while she drank guava juice.  I don’t know why she does the things she does.  But who am I to question what a person that wears socks with sandals does? We said goodbye to the bottlebrush tree, the gopher turtle, Lele and Tommy Cat.  Then, I said goodbye to the best dirt hole I have ever had.


And we were on our way with gladness.  No, not sadness that we were pulling out of this driveway for the last time, but gladness that we were able to.  Gladness that Memaw Macaw was going to live somewhere without a leaking roof and loneliness.  Because leaving when you can is better than leaving when you have to.  Take it from us.

Then, once we said goodbye, we were on the way to the beach.  Jacksonville, you have been calling our name all week, but I couldn’t answer.  Let’s do this! We feel like this may be the start of the best adventure ever.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Leave it to me to find out the source of all of our problems the last few days.  Many may think that a Deputy only sleeps on the job.  Or that a Deputy has only pancakes on his mind.  But leave me to my thoughts in a hot Big Blue Treat Wagon RV without any air, because everything is self destructing, and a bowl of your finest maple syrup water, and I tell you this.  I will find out the source of all of this commotion and our inability to move out of Memaw Macaw’s driveway.  Even if my own brother from a different mother is responsible.  You. Heard. Me.

We may have all been blamed for something that we did not do at one time.  Monday, we blamed the vacuum. We blamed the rain.

We blamed it all that we could not move this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV. But Sheriff Brickle crossed the line.

Now I know that Sheriff Brickle gets blamed a lot for what I do, but that is not the point here.  Because all of that has come full circle.  Sabotaging the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV so that it can’t move is not acceptable just to protect a hole of dirt that if you dig down through the center of the earth will have you on the other side of the earth.  I don’t have a map.  I can’t give details on where it would be at.


Now, I like my dirt hole too.  Sure, it isn’t as big as the Sheriff’s, or his attitude.  But my “no trespassing” sign fits just right.  And who can complain about that?


It is not like I wanted to leave my dirt hole, so I understand why Sheriff Brickle is melancholy about leaving his.  But that is no excuse for framing the innocent.  Tommy Cat.

The real reason we couldn’t leave today. #primesuspect

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Tommy Cat was just being a Tommy Cat the whole time we were here.  And I probably think that he didn’t like his yard being dug up.  But hey, he has to move anyway next week with Memaw and Lele. And I think it was pretty nice of him that he didn’t complain about it.  So for Sheriff Brickle to break the RV so that we could stay in this dirt pit forever was just not nice.  Blaming Tommy Cat was even not nicer. But Sheriff Brickle always means business.  And he laid down the law in the only way he knew how. By sabotage.  And I don’t even have a dictionary to see what that means.  I just know that it’s the only thing I can come up with. Because it sounds right.  Like maple syrup dripping down a pancake.


Now, despite all of the chaos here with Boy Person under the RV trying to fix it, Girl Person packing then unpacking all of the wine, and Memaw Macaw talking to anyone that would listen about her prized knick knacks, I had to talk to Brickle about this.  I had to talk to the Sheriff.  I had to let him know that I knew.  And that I was not going to be in cahoots about this.  I didn’t have the energy to give a hoot about cahoots. So as I decided on my best line of questioning, I saw Sheriff Brickle squirming, but he didn’t admit a thing. I saw him a little, well, uncomfortable in that dirt hole.  And as he got up, he decided to say no words.  He only went to Memaw Macaw’s house and the door opened. Not the front door, but the back door.  You never use the front door around here.

Then out came Lele.


Lele was looking quite the part.  The part of a conspirator.  And when I saw the the cahoots between them, I knew it to be true.  There was more than one sabotager here.  There was a cahootin team of cahooters giving the RV air bubbles in the lines making it overheat.  But not one cahooter could do this.  There was a team.  And I knew that I, as Deputy, was alone on this one.  But what would I do to save the day? Could I save the day? Would I find out the truth?  Will we leave today?  Only time will tell.  Stay tuned.

P.S. I would tell the perps to come clean, but ain’t nobody clean around  here in this dirt pit.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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The Prime Suspect

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  The past few days have been hotter than hot.  Hotter than my brindle stripes.  Hotter than my attitude.  And hotter than a hot griddle with hot pancakes trying to stay out of the way of Deputy Digby Pancake.  And that’s hot.


Then, throw in a broken down air conditioner.


Throw in a broken down RV.


And then throw in a distraught couple of persons into the mix.


You might as well be making useless cookies with coconut shreds inside. Because who wants those stringy cookies? You know you have thought that. Don’t start me again on the raisins, or You. Are. Arrested.

Anyway, we were supposed to be leaving Memaw Macaw’s house yesterday.  It was a Monday and we knew that we had a lot to do to get ready, but we have been through this gig before.  We just haven’t had to deal with sabotage.  Sabotage, my friends. And it was a job for me like no other.  I could solve it.  I could do it.  Yet my time was short.  As short as my temper.  And I was on the lookout for a suspect.

First I thought that maybe Memaw Macaw had in fact wanted us to stay to finish helping her pack all of the crazy things she has.  I did not want to pack that fine porcelain from an old cleaning job.  I did not want to pack that cookbook from 1948 wrapped in plastic.  I did not want to pack Boy Person’s old girlfriend’s picture or that fake fish aquarium with fake rocks.  I did not want the creepy tiger picture either.  I am going to have nightmares about that. What. In. The. World.


But then I thought perhaps Lele was to blame.  Yes, everyone knows she is smitten with me.  Everyone is.  But Lele was busy hiding in all the boxes to even notice we were leaving.  I think it will be easier for her that way, not to have to say goodbye to the handsomest dog she will ever meet. So no, Lele was not a suspect in the sabotage of the RV.  She was only a suspect in love.


Then, there was only one suspect left around here…Tommy Cat.

The real reason we couldn’t leave today. #primesuspect

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I have had my eyes on Tommy Cat since we got here.  A free man of the wild, Tommy Cat likes to spend his days lounging and chasing varmits.  He then likes to harass me and cause me to chase him, which in turn gets me arrested by myself.  So to say that he is already a criminal around here is an understatement about as deep as my dirt hole.


So when we were about to leave on Monday, the crime spree started.  First, it started pouring down rain.  Huh.  Tommy Cat liked to watch raccoons eating his cat food in the rain.  It was like his relaxing entertainment. Did he do a cat rain dance on a Monday?

The persons thought about it and said we shouldn’t make the trek to Jacksonville, Florida in the rain. But hey.  Maybe we would anyway after Boy Person tied up some loose ends on the RV.  And so outside he went, only to find that something…had built a nest in the radiator.  And the loose ends turned into more loose ends with dead ends as useless as pizza crust.  We might have to stay an extra day.  And I wondered.  Where. Was. Tommy. Cat.


There he was, being Tommy Cat all by himself on top of Memaw Macaw’s car and his bowl of half eaten raccoon cat food.  I looked around, saw the broken RV and the rain, and thought that perhaps the most comfy accommodations around here in the thick, Florida air would be inside in some nice air conditioning.  Until.  I heard the persons saying that they wouldn’t work.  That everything we had was self destructing.  And this all seemed like a coincidence, except not.  Because although we had problems before, none had been all at once.  And I wondered.  Where. Was. Tommy. Cat. Now.  Because I was about to law down the law.

I found Tommy Cat, being all Tommy and a cat right behind the RV.  Another coincidence that was not a coincidence.  He ran up a tree and thought by doing that, he would make good and sure that we did not leave.  No, he didn’t want to be left here by himself with Memaw.  That is what he was yelling down to me.  He said that he had grown quite fond of us over the past month and that he perhaps was thinking of being a traveling cat.  I explained to him as I was writing his arrest report, that this was not the way to go about it.  First of all, he was about to be a traveling cat.  He had new places to go with Lele and Memaw Macaw.  He was going to have a new house…with air conditioning I might add.  He was going to start a new life of leisure as a man cat in a new world.  And I wished him well. But for all of the problems he caused trying to delay our trip to Jacksonville, I had one more thing to say.

Tommy Cat.  Is.  Arrested.


I did let him know that he would only be on probation so that he could cross state lines.  But that didn’t make his crimes any less.  As we came to an understanding, and we changed our travel plans to today, Girl Person tried to keep packing and not be disappointed.  You see, we have to make room for all of the people who will now be coming to finish the packing and the moving for Memaw Macaw.  Seems as though a Big Blue Treat Wagon RV can get a bit in the way when it takes up a whole driveway.

So as long as we receive no inference today from Tommy Cat, we should be taking this show on the road again.

Girl Person said that she needed to clean things up a bit before we headed out.  And so she was scrubbing and cleaning all of the dog hair. Everywhere. And with her last round, she took a breath and remarked that maybe this was our fresh start.  A new start.  And then.  The vacuum exploded hair and dust and dirt…all…over…her head.  And she said.  Yep.  That’s about right.  Tommy!!!

So we will ask one more time.  Will you join us? Are you ready? Let’s do this!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle 



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If This It…Please Let Me Know.

This is Deputy Digby.  Today is the day that we are going to try and leave again for the open road.  This is it.  I think. But is it ever really the end? Of anything? Even when I finish one meal, I know that there will be another one eventually.  Even when a stack of pancakes disappears before my eyes and in my stomach, I think of the next ones. So I think that maybe the end just makes a new beginning, even if it isn’t the same. And we are ready.  But even new beginnings are a little hard to get used to.  Yes, even for me.

Reflection. #saturday #weekendvibes #2travelingdogs

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Girl Person says that pulling out of the driveway here at Memaw Macaw’s house will be a little hard, so I am preparing myself.  We will be leaving our dirt holes and the gopher turtles.  We will be leaving the bottlebrush tree and the palm tree.  Of course we will be saying goodbye to Memaw Macaw, Lele and Tommy Cat for a little while too.  But we know that we will see them again.  Just in a different driveway and a different state.  The same goes for the orange grove where Girl Person used to live.

Eighth Generation In The Orange Grove

When we visit there again, we will be meeting new friends.  And that definitely doesn’t feel like the end to me.  So if this is it, and we are supposed to be sad, I am not feeling it.

I am only thinking about seeing the beach in Jacksonville, Florida again and sunshiney.


I am thinking about going to some new hiking places.  I am thinking about our road trip snacks again and the fear, but excitement, about what comes next after a month in Jacksonville.  But we have been here before.  And the end hasn’t come yet.  Instead of having endings, we have beginnings.  Every day.  And that is a pretty neat way to live. Even if you don’t know what is next.  Because really, no one knows what is next.  They just think that they do.


You may have noticed that we didn’t find a stick and bricks place to call home yet.  And we are thinking that maybe there is a reason, unlike raisins in cookies, because there is no reason for that.  So when you don’t know what path or adventure to choose, sometimes, you just let it choose you.  But you have to wait and see what you hear, what you feel, and that way, you know where to go.  Even if it isn’t what you planned, you may be in for quite a ride.

#Saturday #drivingwithdigby and #hueylewisandthenews

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We have the luxury of taking our house anywhere.  So today, we choose a place we really like, with the ocean and breeze and some of the nicest fans that we have met on this trip. And we will head back to our old campsite and sit for awhile.  For a month. It’s been tiring watching all of this packing and commotion.  It has been tiring watching the yard sale, chasing Tommy Cat and digging up cat poop.  So ocean? We are going to try and make it to you today.  The Big Blue Treat Wagon RV may have a few miles left on it.  Only it knows.


As we say farewell to the land that Boy Person and his brothers and sisters, Memaw Macaw, and her parents lived on for many years, we also say this is not it.  New families will come here.  New people will love this place too.  And sometimes, new love is like a shot of maple syrup.  It wakes you up, it makes you remember how good you can be.

If this is it, please let me know
If this ain’t love you’d better let me know
If this is it, I want to know
If this ain’t love baby, just say so

There is appreciation and excitement.  And so to cry when we say farewell would not do this land justice.  And as law enforcement, Sheriff Brickle and I are all about the justice.  So never think…this is it.  It is never “it”.  The new beginnings are right inside of us all.  Reflecting on what you have left behind is ok if you feel how it changed you and carry it with you to the next place.  So.  Here we go.  Wherever that may be.

Farewell, land.  Farewell, trees.  Farewell everyone, the animals, the people, the birds, the feelings.

See you soon…in my heart.

-Deputy Digby Pancake 


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Pawcast Podcast #18 West Virginia

West Virginia tried to rain on our parade, but killer trash can lids and bluegrass was just the beginning.

Mentioned in this podcast:

Homeward Bound West Virginia Animal Rescue

“Stop Hounding Me” Episode For West Virginia

West Virginia Apple Cobbler For Dogs Recipe

Chestnut Ridge Park in Bruceton Mills, West Virginia

Are You Waiting For A Last Day With Your Dog?

This was a week like many others for us…super busy. As we made preparations to head back on the road Monday, and tried to finish work assignments, TV appearances, and tied up loose ends, I seemed to really lose focus.  I lost track of time.  Sunday became Tuesday which became Thursday, Friday.  I was losing a day here or there.  I felt myself being caught up in a life that I used to have…no time, no sense of what was important.  I was headed down that road again, and it wasn’t the open road.  It was the road of putting my thoughts and heart on things that were less important than my dogs.  And if you know me by now…there is nothing more important than my family.  And yet, I started to remember and to sympathize with where many of our fans and friends are.  In the cycle of life that makes us believe we don’t have time to enjoy it.  Because yeah…maybe we don’t.  And that’s a dern shame.


I am not one to judge, or to say that one person loves their dog more than another by how much time they spend with them.  The fact is, we all have different circumstances and obligations.  But being immersed in “everything dog”, I often see the posts and the videos of dog parents giving their dogs “last days” when they become seriously ill. You may have watched them too.  The videos of dogs being taken to the dog park, or the beach, or given one last favorite meal.  And although this is heartwarming, I began to wonder.  Why were so many waiting? Waiting to treat their dogs how they wanted to all along? Waiting until it was time to say goodbye to give them their favorite foods.  And so I had an idea I asked a question on our Fan Group Page.  What is your dog’s favorite meal?  The responses were great.  Pizza, bbq, eggs, carrots, rice, chicken, lasagna…and we loved the “whatever I’m having”.  It was apparent that our fans really knew their dogs.


My next question was “would you wait until your dog’s last day to give them this meal that they love…or can you give it to them TODAY? So many times, we know people wait to give their dogs real food and their favorite meal until time is short. We shouldn’t wait!”.


My point of this was to make our fans think.  If their dogs were important to them, truly important, we aren’t saying to give them foods they shouldn’t eat.  But can we make their day just a little, well, special?  If we do that, how will it improve the relationship that we have with our dogs?  If we take the time to make their food, give them an extra long walk or to treat them the way they deserve to be treated, it will take some extra time, extra effort and extra thought.  But in the process, can we improve our own outlook on life, our priorities and our life’s direction?  Oh, our dogs can do so much for us.  Making us refocus, regroup and see the path we are on is just one of the ways dogs change our lives.  Life is not made up of one last good day for us…and it shouldn’t be for our dogs.  How can you get back on the path to your family who loves you unconditionally?  Put them first.  As one famous lady said…and we should add…”our dogs”.


The dog beach, the dog park, and that hike that you were waiting to take with your dog when you had the time is now.  The time to put away your phone is now.  Don’t wait until a last day.  Because you may never have that opportunity.

-Rachael Johnson, Owner and Girl Person of 2 Traveling Dogs

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