No Pants? No Problem.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  There are certain days when you wake up and you know it’s going to be a good day.  The sun is shining, the birds are chirping. Oh, it’s fabulous.

Then, there are mornings that you wake up very quickly.  You wake up and you know that if you don’t take care of some business, your business is gonna be really real business.

That’s how it was this morning.  No, my business wasn’t a meeting.  It wasn’t an appointment with a client, or a peanut butter salesman.  No, this was an emergency.

Since it had been a little cold outside, the persons had our heat on.  And it is already known that I am as hot as hot can be.  So I rarely, ever need any extra heat.  In fact, I despise it so much that it makes me sick. Literally.  And as the persons were all in their blankets and their heater on, I felt it.  That familiar feeling of uh-oh.  I need to take care of this business right away.  Outside.


Now, Girl Person and I are in tune.  So much so that we know what each other is thinking, but I am not sure why she didn’t think it was too hot for me.  Or why she could not predict how fast I needed to go outside.  But when she opened her eyes since I was licking her face, she saw the look of panic in my eyes and jumped up.  Yet, she didn’t have pants on.  She told me to hold on so she could find her pants.  She could not find them.  And she just threw her hands up in the air and said, well, forget this, I have no pants. And she grabbed a blanket, tried to get me outside the RV in time, which was another issue since we are about ten feet in the air. And yet, there it was… the no pants emergency was underway.


When you have a no pants emergency in an RV and you have to jump for your life to get out, well, you don’t hear any birds singing.  You don’t see the sunshiney.  You just look for a place to throw up.  Yes, I had no time to worry about Girl Person with no pants on in a campground with a hot pink blanket wrapped around her in a campground.  I can’t read the campground rules, but I am pretty sure wearing pants is one of the rules.


We had no time to rewrite the rules, so I threw up, Girl Person tried to keep her blanket wrapped around her, and you guessed it. Boy Person and Digby slept thru the whole thing.

Now. When you have been outside in the cold with no pants on and a throwing up dog, you might not be in the best mood.  You might be in a worse mood when no one else gets up to help. Or to make the coffee.  Or to know the predicament that just happened.  And you might lose it, drop your blanket, look for those pants again, and when you can’t find them, take Boy Person’s blanket off him.  And then you might say, oh, allow me to make the coffee with no pants on.  And you might just be crazy.

They say there is no better alarm clock than a throwing up dog.  I say there is no better alarm clock than a crazy Girl Person.  And there is no crazier look than the one Boy Person gave her as he was confused beyond confused.  And yet, not confused enough to realize he better make that coffee.

If there is any lesson to be learned here, it is that when you gotta take care of business, you do what you gotta do.  There are situations in life that all of us have to take care of.  We may look at others and judge them when they are wearing no pants and a hot pink blanket in the middle of a campground field.  But we shouldn’t.  It’s easy to jump to conclusions about others.  But who of us know how that feels? Probably us all.  Love and compassion is what is needed.  Not judgement.  Business is business.  We all have our own.  When we have went thru something, we want love shown to us.  Remember that when we think we know everything about why someone is in a situation they are in.  You don’t know.


Life is going to throw throw up curve balls at us sometimes. And sometimes..there is nothing we can do but our best.  When you can’t find  your pants, grab a blanket.  And do what you gotta do.  You’ve got this!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle


One thought on “No Pants? No Problem.

  1. Brenda

    10-4 over and out!
    Roger, Sheriff
    What’s your 10-20 there?
    Sounds like you had a 10-33! Now with that said…don’t tell anyone I was on FB to read your blog! Our secret. Remember..shhhh
    Arrest me for lurking if need be

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