The Pickup Lines

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  You will be very happy to know that today is our official day back on the job.  Two weeks off has really taken it’s toll on all of us.  I look more handsome, Deputy Digby has figured out how to beg for pancakes more efficiently, the persons learned a lot about Italy and England, and that they can’t live without us, pretty much. 


The Big Blue Treat wagon however, learned that when you are mad that your family leaves you all alone in storage, there isn’t a lot that you can do about it.  Except make your dismay known with all the drama usually reserved for a soap opera.

As the persons went to go pick up the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV from storage so that they could get her ready for our homecoming, they talked about what they would say to her.  They prepared all of their pickup lines.  “Do you come here often?”  “Are you the color blue like the sky? Because even the blue sky looks dim compare to you.”


But if you have ever tried to use a pickup line that did not work, you know that there isn’t a lot that can comfort you with a failed attempt.  So as they tried to butter her up like a stack of Digby’s pancakes, they realized that not only had they failed in their attempts to get her on the road after two weeks of being alone.  But she wasn’t going to let them turn on the lights, or turn on anything else for that matter.  I am no mechanic, but even I know that you have to have lights to see yourself, and that was not happening.  I am also no electrician.  But I can light up your day.


So the persons decided that they would figure it out if it took all night.  And it took all night.  The first of their pickup lines worked a little bit.  They were able to at least start her and drive her to a campground about an hour away.  But then…that was it.  They thought about what to do.  Should they go stay somewhere else? Would they have to wait another day to pick up the Deputy and I? 


No. No. They could not let that happen.  They thought how they could sweet talk the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV into working.  So they ignored their clocks and the fact that they had jet lag, whatever that is, and they got to work.


They worked and they worked.  They cleaned and they cleaned.  They told the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV that she would shine like a diamond.  And as they kept working, the RV started to soften up.  It was going to be ok.  She had to put on a new attitude and realize that our family being together was only going to be possible if she turned on those lights. 

It was only going to be possible if she let her jacks down.  It was only going to be possible if she forgave and forgot the fact she was by herself for two weeks.  If she didn’t shape up, it was going to mean storage for her again.  And so when the morning came, so did the fact that now the persons could pick up me and Digby.  And they didn’t need any pickup lines for that.  We were never so happy to see them.  Although we love Aunt Veronica, well, there is no place like home.

Reunited.  Yep.  It felt so good.  

And all of the two weeks apart seemed to wash away when we pulled in that driveway of a campground that we had never actually been to before.  You see, anywhere is home where the Big Blue Treat Wagon is.


Maybe one day soon, changes will have to be made and we may have to part with the Big Blue Treat Wagon. But for now, until we make those decisions, and until the persons figure out our next steps, whether that be to Italy or somewhere else, we will keep sweet talking the Big Blue Treat Wagon.  Because obviously, home just isn’t where the heart is.  Home is where your failing RV is and where life decisions are going to be made.  While the persons get a few more days of rest, we are in this Florida place.  It’s where we always seem to end back up.  Until the RV back us up to our future. 


Sometimes, we have to realize that we even may have to sweet talk ourselves and find our best pickup lines!  There will be days when we fail or when life gets us down.  But if we stay parked in those feelings forever, how will we ever get back up?  Keep trying, keep telling yourself that you are awesome, and that others count on you.  So…question. Are you a bank loan? Because you got my interest.  Did it work?

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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2 Traveling Without Dogs In London-Pubs, Grub and Hubbub

This is Peanut Butter Brickle.  I am about to break out my title of Sheriff again soon. The persons have started their journey back home.  Our spawcation is over on Friday.  I have mixed feelings about that.  Mostly because I have changed a lot during these two weeks.  Now, instead of matzo, my favorite crackers are cuban crackers. I am also enjoying the occasional bite of gourmet fish snacks.


Now, instead of being the most handsome dog in the world, I am also the most relaxed, handsome dog in the world with a belly full of cuban crackers, eggs with spinach, and gourmet fish snacks.  Yes, Aunt Veronica has taken pretty good care of us.  Digby says that Aunt Veronica needs to give Girl Person her recipe for eggies.  Yes, we have had a good time.

The persons started their journey back yesterday on a plane ride from Milan, Italy to London, England.  Girl Person said it was a lot of commotion, lines, people running around, passports, customs and more lines, more luggage and more trains.


In all of that commotion, one thing was clear.  This was the start of the journey back to us, the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV and warmth in this Florida place.  It was very cold, Girl Person said in that London place.  Cold and rain and giant backpacks make for some hungry persons. The first thing that they did was get a proper cup of tea.


Then, they decided that since they were a little down about leaving that Italy place, they would drop off their luggage and go to a London pub. With some hubbub.


Have you ever felt a bit exhausted, or all exhausted?  Have you looked at your watch, if you still wear a watch, which Digby does not, because he does not even wear pants….and do you wonder, maybe..what would cheer you up?  If you are in London, you don’t have to wonder.  Even if you don’t have a car, like the persons did not, you can find a pub right around the corner.  Or.  You can be Boy Person and Girl Person and walk two miles in the London cold to go to one you think looks good.  And then, it is better than you think.


As the persons walked in to the pub after a long day of driving, flying and walking and walking again, all their cares melted away when they saw the fire, the people, and heard all the hubbub going on.


I had no idea what hubbub was until Girl Person told me.  She said it is a lot of commotion and talking and activity.  It can be laughter or loud talking.  And although you would think that if you were tired, this wouldn’t be fun, well, you probably haven’t been to a London pub.  With hubbub.  With history.  With cider.  With chips.  Oh, Girl Person’s favorite.

But that was not all.  You see, as the persons sat there enjoying all there was to enjoy in a building more than 600 years old, a few other persons were enjoying all there was to enjoy too.  But they did this every night.  They had their own routine of talking.  Pub talking.  There was the email man who talked about sending emails, not getting emails, and hating emails.

There was the table of golfers from Wales and Ireland who were going to Florida to play golf and asked the persons how they met, what they thought about life and how they could be nicer people.  Yes, there was all of that. Oh, and also, they discussed a cruise, North Dakota and Mount Rushmore which was in South Dakota.  I had a hard time following this.  Maybe it made more sense with the cider.

Then, there was the man who loved hedgehogs.

And Girl Person said there was the man who was mad about the snow, the rain, the trains and the planes.  They could relate to that.  But they also could relate to how special all this hubbub was.  Everyone seemed to want to be there, to talk to each other, to enjoy the normalcy of the day by celebrating it.  Hubbub.  Hubbub in the pub.  Oh, with lots of good grub.  It did the persons good.

No, you see, it wasn’t just about the drinks.  Or the food.  It was the mood.  The persons decided that if this pub was good, they would check out another.  And for round two, Girl Person decided that if she was to be a good traveler, she had to find out if the chips were different at every pub.  It was research, after all.


Many times, we may think that life is too complicated to stop and sit for awhile.


We may think that there is no time to talk about the “little things” like hedgehogs, or email or snow.  But maybe, just maybe, there is someone that wants to hear us talk about the little things.  Maybe there is someone like us that needs to talk about the things that happened in their day too.  Where have we lost our sense of community…even with strangers?


Because in London, no one is a stranger in a pub with good grub and lots of hubbub.


These pubs that the persons visited may be 600 or 700 years old.  But what is even older than that is the need for us all to belong.

What is even older than that is for us all to remember that no matter where we hang our hat at night, we all are the same.  Let’s remember that we all need each other.  And we all need some hubbub.

The persons fly from London, England very late today to make their way back to that Florida place.  They have to rest for the night, get the RV the next day and make sure it is ready for me and Digby. So stay tuned!  We take the day off from the blog tomorrow, but Friday, we are back…and it’s going to be a very special day.  Reunited! We can’t wait!

-Peanut Butter Brickle

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