I’m Not Scared Of Aliens. Only Singing Potatoes.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Somedays you wake up excited.  You think of all the possibilities that your day may hold for you.  Even on a Tuesday. But you probably never wake up thinking that you will meet singing potatoes.  And I am here to tell you that you don’t want to.

On this Adventure Of A Lifetime, we have met many people.  We have been to 44 states so far, and we have countless memories of places we have been and food we have eaten. Those are my favorite memories. We even met aliens in Roswell, New Mexico.  And although I knew they were trying to steal my pancakes and take over my brain, I was not scared.  I was not afraid.

Sound on. 😜👽👽👽👽• • • #newmexico #roswell #aliens #ufo #2travelingdogs

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So when the persons decided to take Sheriff Brickle and I to another museum in Idaho yesterday, we were ready to learn.  I have no clue though why people like to stand around and look at things when they could be eating.  And so the Idaho Potato Museum sounded great for us all.  A museum for the persons.  But potatoes.  Yes.  Potato displays.  Giant potato chips.  What could go wrong?


As we started walking thru the museum, I heard it.  Singing as bad as Girl Person’s hopeful yet short lived shower singing career.  And then I saw it.  Potatoes.  Those things I eat.  Those things that make potato pancakes and potato french fries and potato hashbrowns.  They were alive.  And here I thought I was a pogetarian.  You know, a potato vegetarian.  These things had faces?  I was distraught.

When you find out that your dogs are scared of singing potatoes. #ok #sorryboutthat #idaho #2travelingdogs #visitidaho

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If there was ever a time to flee, this was the time.  But there was no way out of this place.  Everywhere I looked there was another display of a potato massacre that I apparently was a part of.  I was no real pogetarian! But as I looked at the Sheriff and saw the look of fear in his eyes too, I knew I had to step up as Deputy.  This was my time to shine like a glistening french fry dipped in maple syrup.  This was my time to forget my fear and get to eating. That is what I do.  That is how I do it.  It was time for a potato cupcake.   You heard me.  Potato.  Cupcake.

A potato cupcake in Idaho? Yes. Please. #2travelingdogs #visitidaho #idaho #potatocupcake

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Did I feel bad about it? For a minute.  But when potatoes sing and try to scare you with their singing baby potato, you have to eat to feel better, and when in Idaho, I can only say that you have to have a potato.  Or five thousand.  Or a potato pancake. Or some waffle fries.


Aliens don’t haunt my dreams.  But I will never forget those potatoes.  Girl Person said that if we sleep with a potato cupcake under our pillows that we will be safe.  No, she didn’t say that, but I know that. It is only logical.  And when you are dealing with singing potatoes, you must be logical.


Idaho? The persons learned yesterday that The Russet Burbank is the best potato in Idaho.  They learned that one medium potato has about 200 calories.  They learned that Marilyn Monroe wore a potato sack.  They learned all of this while I was being traumatized by singing potatoes.

The persons also learned that potatoes were the first vegetable to be grown in space in 1995.  So that explains it.  Not afraid of aliens.  No, I am not.  Because they know how to grow potatoes.  And potatoes are delicious.  But aliens?  I would appreciate it if the singing potatoes stayed with you.

Ok, fans! Tomorrow we will be visiting with our Idaho picked rescue, Four Paws Adoption in Rexburg, Idaho!  They have wonderful adoptables like Skittles here.


We have a long drive to meet them, so make sure to tune in to our Facebook page on Wednesday to learn all about them.  Unless they have singing potatoes that need rescuing.  In that case, I’m out.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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The Escape In State #44.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Have you ever wanted to run so far that your legs fell off?  Have you ever felt so free when you escaped from work at the end of the day or when you managed to avoid that person you didn’t want to see in the grocery store?  Well, if so, I know how you feel.  I wanted to escape this weekend from the Sheriff and chase some potato pancakes in Idaho and I managed to do so.  I was running from stuff and to dreams of potatoes, and it felt real good.  Except to Girl Person.  Idaho, state #44. The scene of an escape.

It was the start of any wonderful day.  The sun was shining.  The rain had finally stopped after a few days.  We were parked for the day which is always a plus.

I felt so good like anything was possible
I hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes
The last three days the rain was unstoppable
It was always cold, no sunshine


When you haven’t been in the sun or the grass for a long time, it sure feels good.  Sheriff Brickle and I were able to police the campground and take naps in between. All was good in our little world of Shelley, Idaho.  We had not planned on coming here, but on a holiday weekend with no camps available, it ended up working out and was just what we needed.  We were so tired from the last few days that all we could do was plop down, the persons included.  And us furkids were pretty much ok with that.

Sunshiney overload. #idaho #48states48rescues #campingwithdogs #2travelingdogs #rvwithdogs #rv #mdw2017

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When it came time for dinner and our walk that night, we were full of all the energy that we had saved up.  Girl Person saw a prime opportunity in an abandoned, fenced in playground for us to run in.  She surveyed the perimeter with the Sheriff and it was deemed acceptable for the moment.  As she let off our leashes, we ran like the wind, I tell you.  Seems as though the only thing on the Sheriff’s mind was going insane by chasing me, and I saw it.  An opportunity to take flight.  An opportunity to chase all the potatoes I wanted to in Idaho.  And it was an opportunity I was going to take.

As Sheriff Brickle chased me, I saw the gate.  Just enough of a crack that I could push open with my big potato loving head.  Girl Person ran as fast as she could towards me, but an inch means a mile, and as she tried to grab me, it was too late.  I was out.


Was I laughing about it?  I was.  And as I ran as fast as these potato stick legs would go, Girl Person started screaming my name, Sheriff Brickle couldn’t squeeze in the gate because he is too large and in charge, and Girl Person was after me like she was chasing fresh french fries.  Did I see the busy road right there?  I have no idea, but I was not going to look back.  And I didn’t.

Right about this time, a man person that worked at the campground saw me.  He saw and heard Sheriff Brickle barking.  He saw Girl Person running down the field dropping poop bags and her phone and screaming like an insane person.  Crazy. How crazy? She might as well have had a whole cantaloupe on her head. Or potato.

As the man person ran one way, Girl Person ran the other and I saw no way out due to a stupid fence and a stupid shed, probably full of potatoes in the way.  Girl Person grabbed my harness and told me she wanted to be mad, but she was not going to be.  She got my leash, and she got Sheriff Brickle and we sat in the grass and tried to collect our crazy.  We were all exhausted, Girl Person was crying and it seemed as though my potato chasing antics were not appreciated.

As we went back to the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV, Girl Person told Boy Person what happened.  She felt bad for a few reasons.  One, that she didn’t see the danger in the gate.  And two, that she knew we needed to run more.  So the next morning, she took us to another place to run, and I remembered what had happened the day before.   You guessed it.  I tried to get out.  I seem to have a one track mind, and Girl Person knew it.  She blocked the gate and told me that I was being ridiculous.  She asked me that if we made a deal to go to the Idaho Potato Museum if I would stop it.  And it seemed fair.  Idaho seemed like a good place to chase my dreams.  But if I get to the end of the rainbow, aka the potato museum, it is a deal.  So guess where we are going later today?

You will have to watch on our Facebook page!

Now, Girl Persons says that she doesn’t know why I want to run away so bad and never look back..  She said that a lot of people would miss me if I spent the rest of my life as a potato farmer.  And truth be told, I don’t want to work for a living.

So I guess I will stop running away in Idaho.  That makes the persons happy and hopefully, Girl Person will stop staring at me and kissing me so much.

Today, we are on the road again, traveling to Island Park, Idaho.  And then on Wednesday, we will be visiting Four Paws Pet Adoption in Rexburg, Idaho as our #44 rescue pick!  We will get to meet pets like Cornelius that are up for adoption!

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So are you up for the drive?  Maybe you can walk and not run….

And if you missed our Utah rescue episode with Color Country Animal Welfare in Utah, please..please.  Watch below.  They deserve a minute of your time.  And we hope that today though, you will come with us to the Idaho Potato Museum.  I can’t wait!!

-Deputy Digby Pancake


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Meet Our #43 Rescue Pick For Utah!

On our #43 state and rescue on this Adventure Of A Lifetime, we traveled to a very remote area in Torrey, Utah. Color Country Animal Welfare is the ONLY rescue in Wayne County which covers over 2500 square miles.  So can you spare a few moments to meet them?  We won’t give it away…but someone acts like a chicken in the latest episode of Stop Hounding Me!  And catch the full article link here!


Beaver. Water. Beaver. Pancakes. Beaver. Evel Knievel. Beaver.Beaver.Beaver.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  When you wake up in the morning, and you have a beaver knocking on your door, you think to yourself.  Self?  This doesn’t happen everyday.



And then, you think to yourself, I am a foxhound.  And I was meant to hunt.  And beavers knocking on your door isn’t something that happens everyday. And you lose. Your. Mind.

Apparently, this Idaho potato place has a lot of beavers trying to block all the creeks and rivers with potatoes.  Which would explain why I haven’t got my hash browns yet this morning for breakfast.  The beavers have them and they even knocked on our door this morning to make it known that they had all the hash brown making material.  So when Girl Person went to take us on our walk, I was determined.  Beavers meant hash browns. Beavers meant potato pancakes.  And I was going to have them take me to my leader. Which this week we are in Idaho, so my leader is potatoes.  When your leader is potatoes, nothing really makes sense.  And it seemed like all my thoughts were turning to potatoes. And beavers. I tried to pull it together. Girl Person told us that we were going to a waterfall later to see it.  Beaver. Water.  Beaver. I was going crazy.


So when we took a ride to the waterfall, I tried to forget about the beavers.  Girl Person said we were going somewhere called Shoshone Falls.  They call it the “Niagara Of The West”.  Waterfall.  Beaver. Beaver. Beaver. Beaver.

A gorgeous day in Idaho. State #44. #48states48rescues #2travelingdogs #shoshonefalls #visitidaho #idaho

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Not even a pretty and big waterfall not keep me from my leader, but neither can a beaver.  Every picture we took, every video we filmed, I knew they were there.  Every step they took, I heard it.  Every breath they took that smelled like potatoes.

Just when I thought I was really going to lose my mind if I didn’t get the beavers with the potatoes, Girl Person told us a story of a man who tried to jump over this river a long time ago.  A really, really long time ago because it was the same year that Girl Person was born. She told us that this man tried to fly over the river and didn’t quite accomplish that.  It all seemed real impressive to me, you know this place, but beavers. Beavers. Beavers.

So this guy didn’t make it across the canyon in his rocket because a parachute went off too early. I was real busy pondering this for a few minutes, and yeah, I actually forgot about the beavers.  But then Girl Person told me that one time, the government here in Idaho had actually dropped beavers from planes…with parachutes.

After this, I knew it was true.  This beaver, one track record playing in my head would be here to stay until we left Idaho.  Because, first of all, how many times does a beaver knock on your door and mock you that you have no hash browns?  Where were these beavers dropped?  In potato country.  And they have been planning for years to block all the creeks and rivers with potatoes and take them all.  And it is my job to stop them.

So that is when I really started acting crazy.  Beavers. Beavers. Beavers. Since we were on top of a canyon, and I was crazy with beaver brains, the persons decided it was time to go.  And as Girl Person wearily took me out of the car when we got home, I knew for a fact that my craziness had wore off on her.

He loves me. I swear. #2travelingdogs #visitidaho #48states48rescues #twinfalls #dogmom #dogparent

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As I was trying to ignore her, I made up my mind.  Idaho? We are here for the next week and I will find all the beavers and have them take me to my leader.  And I will get the biggest plate of hash browns and potato pancakes ever.  You think you are so smart with your parachutes and your knocking on doors tactics.  But you haven’t met this foxhound. Yet.  Let me introduce myself.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

If you haven’t gotten acquainted with our Idaho picked rescue this week, Four Paws Adoption Center, check them out on their Facebook page.  And please tell them thank you for all that they do!


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I Feel The Earth Move

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  We didn’t go to Idaho yesterday. Deputy Digby was pretty upset he didn’t get hash browns yet.  You probably know that by now because you probably heard him howling where you are.  Wherever that is. Doesn’t matter, the whole world can hear it.  But sometimes, schedules have to be altered.  I don’t like it.  Sheriffs really, really don’t like that. But I suppose it is a reality.  At least when it comes to Girl Person.

Ooh, baby, when I see your face
Mellow as the month of May
Oh, darling, I can’t stand it
When you look at me that way


If you have followed us for any amount of time, you probably know that Girl Person has always had something called depression.  I know what it is, because I have it too…because I have whatever Girl Person has.  It’s just the way we roll.

Ooo, darling, when you’re near me
And you tenderly call my name
I know that my emotions
Are something I just can’t tame

Sometimes, she knows its coming.  And sometimes, she doesn’t.  She felt it coming for a few days, but because we were somewhere so beautiful, she tried to think her way out of it.  She tried to outsmart it.


But even Girl Person can’t outsmart this monster.  I call it the depression monster because it sneaks up on you.  It tries to scare you.  It makes Girl Person think the earth is moving and the sky is tumbling down.

It tries to make Girl Person not get me peanut butter cookies and want to go to sleep.  And so when this monster makes its appearance every little while, that is where Deputy Digby and I step in.


Sometimes, you have to call in law enforcement. The Deputy and I are about the only people that can help her. Why? We depend on her to walk us.  We depend on her to feed us pancakes and peanut butter cookies of course.  And if she isn’t here, we don’t know what to do.

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, a’tumbling down
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, a’tumbling down
I just lose control
Down to my very soul

Because she loves us so much, she will do anything.  Absolutely anything for us.  She will fight that depression monster.  And when she does that, it can’t get her.  It can’t take her away.


Girl Person could choose to hide the depression monster and keep it tucked away from everyone and not talk about it.  But she knows that if she has this monster chasing her, and has since she was a little person, that other people get chased too.  She wants you to know that you are not alone.  Being depressed isn’t something you can help.  Being depressed is not something to be ashamed of.  Even if you have to tell a million Facebook fans. She also knows that many lives have been saved by the furkids that these people have.  As Sheriff and Deputy, we have saved many lives, but Girl Person is our proudest accomplishment.


Some may think that this trip is too hard on us. And yes, Girl Person sometimes dreams of animals we couldn’t help, or rescues we didn’t have time to visit.  She goes over and over in her head how we can help, and what we can do.  But the same things that she worries about gives us great joy too.  Who can say that they gave up all to travel to 48 states and rescues? Who can say they have had that opportunity?  Because we know it is a special gift we have been given.

Girl Person says that the depression monster can visit when you are happy.  It can visit when things are going well in your world.  It can come whenever, wherever, uninvited.  So as long as it keeps trying to show up, we will do what makes us happy.  And that is finishing this trip.  Sometimes, you need a sick day.  You need a day to pull it together.  You need a day to miss your family and friends and what you left behind, and the uncertainty of what is to come. And like one fan said, “the road will be there tomorrow”.


So that is what we are doing today.  We are pulling it together.  Well…we have pulled Girl Person back together.  And we are on the way, Idaho!  Get those hash browns in the pan.  Or french fries for Girl Person with lots of ketchup.  That is her favorite food.  And we are her favorite dogs.  And the week is going to be great! We can feel it!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

We worked hard on our latest shirt and hope you love it! It is only available for a few days here! We have five more states to go!  Thank you for your support!



You Don’t Have Mail.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Have you ever had such a great weekend that you don’t want the week to start?  Maybe it’s just me.  This weekend was just what we all needed.   Utah place?  Thank you.

We met new friends and got to relax. We did not meet the Osmonds. I am not upset about that. What. In. The. World.

Moooooo! #adventureofalifetime #2travelingdogs #utah #adoptdontshop #48states48rescues #campingwithdogs

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Utah’s beautiful scenery was just what I ordered.  And I didn’t even have to look in the mirror that much.


If there was ever a place that inspired us to relax, it was here.  You look up at the snow covered mountains, see cows and horses enjoying life, and you think that you have been here before.  But only in your dreams.

Hi babies. #2travelingdogs #48states48rescues #adventureofalifetime #utah

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Since we have been trying to cover large distances lately, it has been awhile since we parked for a few days.  And after about night three of this relaxing thing, we actually got into a routine.


We started getting up at a certain time every morning, taking a walk, eating some breakfast.  Then the persons would do some work while Deputy Digby and I laid in the sun. What they worked hardest on was their Stop Hounding Me episode for Nevada with Vegas Shepherd Rescue.


But after they were done working, then we would come inside for a little while, eat lunch, take a nap and lay out in the sun some more before dinner.



Once upon a time when we had a house that was not on wheels, it would be about this time that Girl Person would go and check the mail at our mailbox.

So last night, as she was feeding us, she started walking out to the road.


Then she stopped.  And she looked at us and told us that she was losing it.  Seems as though her brain was thinking that this was home now because we had been here three nights.  Three.  Nights. Girl Person?  We do not have a mailbox.  Newsflash.  You. Don’t. Have. Mail.


Rest may be what we needed, but it sure didn’t make Girl Person any smarter.  The only mail I want to get anyway are arrest reports.  And maybe one day, we will have a mailbox again.  We did learn however that routine can sometimes be comforting.  We started to remember what life was like before this Adventure Of A Lifetime, and it made us wonder if we did want a mailbox with a house again.  But until we finish what we promised that we would, we will enjoy the rest of this journey starting with Idaho next!  We will miss you, Utah. We had a seriously great time.  Almost as great of a time as I have arresting. Five more states to go! Five more rescues to go! So are you coming with us?  Don’t mail me your answer.  I don’t have a mailbox.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

Next Sunday, we will be sharing with you our rescue visit and video for Utah and Color Country Animal Welfare.  So….don’t miss it!!

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Rescue Visit #42, Nevada On The Adventure Of A Lifetime

On our latest episode of Stop Hounding Me, we introduce you to a German Shepherd Rescue in Las Vegas Nevada called Vegas Shepherd Rescue!  See how they bark in different accents while educating us on why breed specific rescues are so important!


Read our full article here!

Also, meet Ellie Mae, a senior German Shepherd girl waiting for that perfect home!  She just wants to cuddle!




Travelin’ Man. I Mean, Mouse.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Well, it’s Friday.  And well.  We are in Provo, Utah.

We are making our way closer to some Idaho place with lots of potatoes.  But I have to wait until at least Monday before I get my hash browns.  Because we are stopping to rest.  We are stopping to regroup.  I ain’t in no hurry.  I can tell you that.

But we are also stopping to see if our hitch hiker, travelin’ man wants to get off at this stop. Travelin’ man.  I mean, mouse.

Apparently, we picked up this hitchhiker either in that Las Vegas, Nevada place or the National Park in Torrey, Utah.  And since we don’t know when he found his way in here, we don’t know what he has decided to make his all you can eat buffet.  And well, he better not mess with my pancakes.  I am serious about this.  Or my Utah scones that Girl Person made us.


Now.  What you do not know is that the persons left a little out of the mouse story the past week.  Because.  Well.  They have been pretty upset.  But since a few days have passed, and they have calmed down, they have allowed me to tell you about it.


As we were camping in the desert last week, Sheriff Brickle wanted to sit outside.  That is his favorite thing to do lately as he polices a new place every week.  Girl Person thought that he wanted a drink, so she brought him out a cup of water.  And as she walked away, she got distracted and starting washing dishes.  Boy Person was outside, and all of a sudden, Girl Person saw him running across the desert with the cup of water.  She came outside and there he was.  Trying to revive a mouse that had fallen into the cup of water. And drowned.  Girl Person started crying that she was a murderer.  And Boy Person tried to revive the mouse.  For an hour.  As you probably know by now, the mouse didn’t make it.  And as the persons felt sad, Boy Person said his only hope was that the mouse could help another animal live by being a meal.  A circle of life or something he said.

Now.  I want to know what the circle of life for a pancake is.  It seems to stop with me.  But for a mouse, it makes me pretty sad.  And when we found another mouse…under our house on the same day…we could only assume that they were missing each other.  And it is now our goal to find Mr. Mouse so that he can go to a new house, but he keeps stealing the peanut butter and getting out.  And you also guessed, Sheriff Brickle is not happy to be sharing his peanut butter.


A travelin’ man, I mean mouse, is in our house.  And we have to find him.  If he doesn’t like peanut butter, I know he won’t like pancakes.  Because I am not sharing.  So travelin’ man?  While we are parked here in Provo, Utah until Monday, it is time for you to pack it up.  And move on.  We regret what happened to your friend, but you now have a chance to start anew.  If you need help packing, just let me know.  After a year on the road, I am pretty good at it.  We don’t know when we are headed back to that Florida place, so don’t be trying to hitch a ride back there to go to Disney World. That mouse job is already taken. And if you like camping so much, why don’t you stay here…it’s a nice campground.  I promise.  You would be very happy here!


Now.  As you may remember, Girl Person was supposed to make a separate trip to another shelter in this Utah place called Best Friends.  Well, it is a 4 hour drive, and let me just tell you.  Girl Person is not feeling so well.  We had our rescue visit with Colorful Country Animal Welfare this week, so we are going to continue showing  you what they do on our Facebook page thru the weekend.  We feel that they need our help more than a larger shelter.  And that has been our goal on this whole trip…to show the smaller organizations across the country who contribute to the big picture.  And we thank them for that.


For once, the persons actually have started to know their limits.  Like when I need a nap, I know to take a nap.  Girl Person is on the verge of a breakdown because she is so very tired.  And Sheriff Brickle laid down the law.  He told her she could not leave us today to make that trip.  He told her that she and the mouse in our house were going to stay right here.  Or else.  And she actually listened, but she hopes the fans understand.  We promise to tell you in our article and video next Sunday on Utah how the small rescue we picked works with Best Friends to save lives.  And it will be great. She also hopes the fans understand we are sorry about the mouse in the desert.  But we will make sure his friend gets out safe.  We love you all and happy Friday.  It’s the weekend!  Monday, it is on to Idaho.  But for now, Utah, you have us…and a mouse.  Can you bring us some more peanut butter? We are kinda running low.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

Don’t forget! THIS SUNDAY ON OUR FACEBOOK PAGE, catch our newest episode of Stop Hounding Me with Vegas German Shepherd Rescue from Las Vegas, Nevada!




In Her Pocket

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Well, Utah, you probably already know that you are on the verge of getting arrested from yesterday’s antics. Rain. Then snow. Snow. We are from that Florida place. Do you think we love snow? No.

And. We have snow. Time to go. #2travelingdogs #48states48rescues #48states48rescues #visitutah

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Now, sometimes, you put up with certain things when someone is really good looking. You know, like me. And Utah, you are certainly good looking as well. Which is the only reason I have not arrested you as of yet. You bring out my brindle beauty and coat of many colors. And so I am giving you a few more days to make it up to us.


If you wanted to make it up to us, you started off on the right track by allowing us to drive thru another one of your National Parks called Arches National Park.

Again, your beauty was making me look even better.  But then you started raining.  And raining some more.  And we were cold.  Real cold.  And tired.  But I couldn’t go to sleep because there was too much to look at.  I know that is how everyone feels about me too.  Point taken.

A cold day in Utah. #visitutah #2travelingdogs #adventureofalifetime #archesnationalpark

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But after our long day of driving thru snow and rain, it was time for dinner and a walk.  Girl Person made our chicken and green bean dinner which I thought was pretty brave on her part again, and then it was time to take a walk next to the Green River.  Which again made me think of grean beans.  Oh, Digby.


As she reached in her pocket for some dog bags, she remembered that she had left some dog treats in her pocket.  And then, all of a sudden, she started crying.  And I was utterly confused as to why dog treats could make someone cry.  Bad dog treats, yes.  But good ones?  What was the problem?

Girl Person explained to me that in her pocket were memories.  She explained to me that her Pappy used to carry dog treats in his pocket. All. The. Time.  And he used to sing to her a song, which she remembered all of a sudden standing at the Green River in Utah.  And that was far from her memories back home.

Girl Person told me that for years, no one could figure out why so many dogs loved him and ran up to him for no reason.  Oh, but there was a reason. Dog treats. In his pocket. She said that sometimes memories can come out of nowhere and make you remember things that you try to push back.  And something as small as dog treats in her pocket made her feel too much.  Made her realize that the further away she gets from home, it just doesn’t matter.  Memories go with you wherever you are.  Miles don’t matter.  And even though her Pappy hasn’t been here for years, even before she lost Granny Person, it is like he is still with her. Even at the Green River in Utah.

Now, one thing I will say about dogs is that we like to live in the moment.  It is not often that we remember the bad things, especially if there is so much good happening now.  And that is what I want Girl Person to know. Dog treats in her pocket are good.  Very good.  They make her remember her Pappy who she loved.  They make dogs happy. And my suggestion is that she always have some in her pocket.  Memories go with you everywhere.  And the good ones…are well….good.  And instead of remembering what you may have lost, just for right now, remember what you had.  And carry it with you.  Don’t try and forget them. Also, make sure Digby doesn’t know what you have in your pocket. He will never leave you alone.

Today, we are headed towards Salt Lake City, Utah, so back on the road again.  Are you coming?  We have plenty of treats in our pockets!

Two drifters, off to see the world
There’s such a lot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow’s end, waitin’ ’round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Oops. I Did It Again.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. First of all, if you are eating your breakfast, or lunch, or dinner, or even a snack, I apologize in advance.  I usually do nothing in advance except plan the next day’s meals.  But this one deserves a warning.  I think I did it again.

If you remember, and I know you probably do, last week, I got a bit ill in a National Park.  Apparently, if you eat horse poop on a trail, then get back in a Jeep right away, and you are not used to the altitude, you might throw up.  Then you might throw up on your Sheriff Brickle brother.  Then, you may have some persons with throw up all over them as well.  And then.  Also.  Apparently, if you eat a chicken and green bean dinner, then you go on a hike in a Utah National Park, and then you drive home, you may throw up. Again.


As I am writing this, I have one obvious thing to say to the persons. What’s the big deal?  Haven’t you ever called for a takeout chicken dinner?

As we were driving home from a long day at the rescue visit with Color Country Welfare and a hike in Capitol Reef National Park, we were really tired.  But all of a sudden, it came over me.  You know.  That feeling when you are really tired, but you still want to stay awake to watch your favorite show.  Well, the show out the window was pretty, and I wanted to see it.


I guess I should have not remembered I don’t do good with altitude.  I have learned that word by now, even though I am from that Florida place.  The persons should have remembered not to hike so soon after dinner.  And we all should have been home by now.  But our last night here was one we wanted to savor.  And my savoring came from my second dinner.  It was delicious.  One more time.

As Boy Person was driving, it happened.  And all over the Jeep. Again.  And all over Brickle.  Again.  And as Girl Person heard the gagging, she looked at Boy Person and all she said was, “are you kidding me right now?”.  And Boy Person said, “oh no.  No one is kidding here.”  Right about then, I saw the chicken dinner again before my eyes, and I was a new dog.  Hungry again.  I started munching away because this take out was ready fast.  And as the persons started gagging, Boy Person pulled over, almost running into the mountain.  All we heard him say to Girl Person was, “you try to take care of that, and I will be back”.  Well, I guess he called for his own takeout too and was going to get it.

Some days are just, well, a blur.  And as Girl Person tried not to throw up from cleaning up throw up, she started laughing again.  She told me I was pretty gross for eating that take out and Sheriff Brickle threw the book at me.  Which got covered in chicken and green beans. Now. I know you can’t drink and drive.  But a throw up and drive is against the law in Utah.  And I.  Am.  Arrested.

Now.  How did this affect the persons later on in the night?  You would probably think that they cleaned me up and it would be forgotten.  And you are correct.  Why? Well, it was cold.  Real cold.  And yep, we have been out in the desert for five nights with no electric. And it was so cold that we all got into bed together, and the day’s takeout was forgotten.  Almost.  As I burped my good night burp, the persons decided they were warm enough to cuddle. With Brickle.

Today, we are back on the road again, headed to Green River, Utah!  We are starting to make our way to Idaho, but we have some more things to see in Utah.  Are you ready? Do you have a barf bag with you? I may need it.

-Deputy Digby Pancake


Wally here was rescued by Color Country Animal Welfare in Torrey, Utah.  He was found in traffic on a busy highway, dehydrated and suffered from seizures on the way to safety. This is Wally two weeks later, thanks to the wonderful people here.  He is available for adoption, and we can’t wait to tell you more about this wonderful rescue!  Visit their Facebook page and please…today…tell them thank you for all they do.