Come Closer. I Am Here.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  If you are like our persons, you spend many hours looking for answers that never seem to come.  Like when you ponder the meaning of life, or why I am so handsome.

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Or maybe you think about what the answer is to happiness, or possibly what you should eat for dinner, which in fact may be the same answer.  But for Girl Person yesterday, she decided that since the answer to where we should go from here is not coming to her, she should ask a donkey and his friends. And I see no reason to argue with that logic, because it may not be logical.  But at this point, what do we have to lose?

If we could talk to the animals, just imagine it
Chatting to a chimp in chimpanzee
Imagine talking to a tiger, chatting to a cheetah
What a neat achievement that would be.

Questions may be easy to ask.  But finding the answers may not be so easy.  Why?  Persons sometimes have their own agenda, and possibly they think that they know what is best, and don’t want to hear other answers because they really have already decided.  I have never understood this.  Why do persons make things so difficult? Because sometimes, there are in fact are no wrong answers.  Whatever path is chosen, we always seem to make it work. Don’t we?

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For Girl Person, the path she chose yesterday was straight to a donkey at camp. And the sheep.  And the goats.  And a rabbit. You heard me.  Because since no person has any answers, she thought maybe a donkey would. Or a sheep.  Or a goat.  Or a rabbit. Taking to the animals at this point is obviously the only thing left to do.  And maybe that is where we should have started.

If we could talk to the animals, learn their languages
Maybe take an animal degree.
We’d study elephant and eagle, buffalo and beagle,
Alligator, guinea pig, and flea.

 

First, we decided to ask the rabbit where he thought we should go this week, and where we could find a house.  The rabbit said that he thought wherever carrots grew best would be the better option.  He said that carrots are sweet and the sweet life is always the good life.

Hi rabbit. Nice to meet you. #camping #campinglife #koa #2travelingdogs

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So that wasn’t much help.  I hate carrots, and I don’t have a green thumb.  I actually don’t have a thumb at all.  So we decided to ask the sheep.  The sheep told us that we should have already made the decision on where to move to about a month ago.  They sheepishly reminded us of the fact that we were taking too long.  They told us we should get on the road and head back to greener pastures.  But they were judging us the whole time they were talking to us, and moved along without saying where that greener pasture was.

I feel like I'm being judged. #campinglife #sheepish

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So once again, not much help.  So far, carrots in greener pastures.  This was getting us about as far as Deputy Digby’s eyes from a plate of pancakes.  Not very far at all.  So then, we decided to go and talk to the goats.  Goats.  With their crazy eyes, I wasn’t expecting much of an answer, or a conversation.  The goats told us that because of their four stomachs, food was very important to them.  They told us that they eat just about anything, but that we should go where we can eat the best food and the most food. They also told us that climbing our way to happiness was the best way to go about it.  They said that the view from the top is always the best. And when you are in the depths of despair, that is as low as you could go, and you aren’t helping anyone.  They had much more to say, but their eyes were freaking me out.

What did the goat say? #crazyeyes #2travelingdogs

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So that was that.  And these animals were all just stating the obvious.  So it was time to go talk to a donkey.  I don’t know why and I don’t even have anything clever to explain why because who needs to be clever when you are going to talk to a donkey?

If we could talk to the animals, learn their languages
Think of all the things we could discuss
If we could walk with the animals, talk with the animals,
Grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals,
And they could squeak and squawk and speak and talk to us.

Some don’t know that donkeys are pretty smart. And I have always heard that a donkey can’t tell a lie.  Actually, I have never heard that, but I would assume that.  Why? Because they listen with their hearts.  As Girl Person talked to the donkey, the donkey leaned in to the fence between them.  He told her to come closer, that he had always been there.

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He told her that if she believed that a donkey could give her the answer to the most important decision she felt that she had ever faced…that she could believe in herself too.  He told her what she already knew.  That it may not be possible to stay here in this California place.  He told her that he wishes he could fly, but he could not.  And that sometimes, we don’t have a choice. As I suspected, the donkey could not lie.  He didn’t sugarcoat our situation, because truth be told, if we could have stayed we would have.  But it is not looking good.  We could wait here till the cows come home and still not find a house to buy we can afford.

Till the cows come home…#2travelingdogs #petaluma #california #sonoma

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So tomorrow may be the day we go explore other options.  You see, as much as we want to stay, we did get to come here for a little while. And if we can’t afford to live here?  We can’t change that.  We have to find our happiness somewhere else.  And that is just the way it is.  A donkey always tells it like it is.  Because that is what donkeys do.  And even if persons want to tell us we will find something here, we tried. But we can’t park here forever.  We need our own little home, and our own little yard. So we have to come up with a plan. Tomorrow’s agenda?  Getting the donkey to help us with that.  Because he seems to have all the answers.  Who knew?  I guess the donkey did all along.  We all have a donkey somewhere in our lives.  We just have to come closer.  And listen.  They are there.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  And some days are just better than the ones before.  That is how every day is for me, even when it is raining.  Because I know that there will be mud to track in the house.  There is always a silver lining, or a muddy one.

Raindrops on roses
And whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

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It seemed like we were going to be so very sad to leave that Bodega Bay place last week. And we were a little bit.  But a strange thing happened.  When we started driving down the road, the persons felt a little better actually, because we were, well, moving.  We were going somewhere new.  And that had been the hardest part.  To get moving.  Kinda like when I eat too many pancakes and can’t move, but are there ever too many pancakes?

The last few weeks, especially the last few days, have been filled with much indecision.  It was hard to remember through the cloudy Depression Monsters that no matter what our decision was going to be, our favorite things were still pretty awesome around us.  And we began to remember them.  Especially when we pulled up to our new campground and we had new friends.

Meeting new friends. #2travelingdogs #petaluma #koacamping #koa

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Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

When you can’t make a decision, sometimes it is because you are afraid you are going to make the wrong one.  And that is where the persons are.  They know that we may not be able to have our most perfect scenario here with the most perfect house.  But maybe that perfect scenario is actually just somewhere we don’t know of yet.  We thought that nothing could be better than Bodega Bay, but getting to Petaluma where the cows are and the pretty mountains are is pretty special too.  They are both just perfect in their own ways. Almost as perfect as Sheriff Brickle thinks that he is.

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When Girl Person’s Pappy couldn’t make a decision, he didn’t make one.  He stepped back and took a break.  He thought about it in silence, and I suppose that is what we are going to do today.  Because often, silence ends up telling you all that you need to know.  We just have to be patient to hear it.  Even if it isn’t tomorrow, the day after that, or the season after that.

Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver-white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When we stopped to listen to the silence this weekend and remember what we liked about life in general, and not a specific place, we felt it.  The sunshiney.

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We tasted it.  Fresh produce at a stand.

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And we saw it.  The leaves changing all kinds of colors.

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So this week, when the persons are trying to make their decisions if we are leaving or going, and where in the world we ARE going, we are going to stop and listen.  And maybe, just maybe, if we remember our favorite things, we will hear the answer too.  We hope that we do.

When the dog bites (that would be Brickle)
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Just Like Starting Over. If You Can Start.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  And sometimes my friends?  You start off your day with a big pile of feathers in your mouth, and you end the day with a big pile of thrown up feathers in your car.  If you are me.

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If Girl Person would have told me that I shouldn’t have ate that dead bird head and its feathers at camp, I probably would not have listened.  And I didn’t.  In fact, I ignored her so hard that I ate it in five gulps, despite her hands down my throat trying to pull it out.  Then she started throwing up when I swallowed it, Sheriff Brickle issued a warrant for my arrest, and I was pretty full.  Of feathers. If I could have flown away, well, I would have.  To find another dead bird head to eat.  Priorities.

But alas our time in Bodega Bay was drawing to a close, although we weren’t prepared for it.

Our life together
Is so precious together
We have grown, we have grown
Although our love is still special
Let’s take a chance and fly away
Somewhere alone

We didn’t know it was crab season, and no campsites ended up being open.  So the persons decided that maybe it was better that way…not to have any long goodbyes to a place that we loved so much.

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And the rain was on the way, so maybe things were working the way they were supposed to be.  Maybe it was time we start over.  Again.

 

So we started up the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV that by the way is out of treats now, and we headed out to Petaluma.  Why?  We have a few more houses to look at this weekend, and see no reason to get back on the road till Monday.  It felt like we were starting over again.  And the Big Blue Treat Wagon had to get warmed up.  Two months in one campground was a rest for it too.  It kind of deserved it.

It’s been too long since we took the time
No-one’s to blame, I know time flies so quickly
But when I see you darling
It’s like we both are falling in love again
It’ll be just like starting over
Starting over

As we pulled out of the parking lot for the last time, it felt empty, like when my stomach has no dead birds in it.  But it also felt like maybe, just maybe, a new start was what we needed to clear our heads, to be able to think a little bit.  Because starting over is not so easy sometimes.  And the first step is just the hardest.

Sometimes though, to start, you have to get rid of the bad thoughts, or the dead birds in your stomach.  And as we were about half way there, Girl Person saw me get that look on my face, and she knew that it was coming, and there was nothing at all she could do about it.  Starting over was going to be getting rid of what was ailing me.  All.  Over.  Her.

It’s time to spread our wings and fly
Don’t let another day go by my love
It’ll be just like starting over
Starting over

Now, you would think that driving thru Petaluma with all of the cows and cow poop in the air, that dead bird guts wouldn’t be such a big deal, but when it is all over you driving, it kind of is to people I assume.  Yet, I felt better, and isn’t that all that matters?

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For Girl Person who was following behind Boy Person and the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV, I kind of thought that she should thank me for making her forget how sad she was to leave Bodega Bay.  If you don’t think it was all a plan from the very beginning, well, keep it to yourself.  Starting over sometimes takes a big effort, and I put forth a very big effort with the dead bird head.

As we pulled into a new campground, we got a little flutter of excitement at change again.  But as Boy Person turned off the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV to check in, we didn’t know that it was having second thoughts at starting over.  And some big ones.

Why don’t we take off alone
Take a trip somewhere far, far away
We’ll be together all alone again
Like we used to in the early days
Well, well, well darling

You see, there we were, sitting in the campground’s driveway, and the Big Blue Treat Wagon decided that it was already tired.  And it missed Bodega Bay.  As Boy Person usually does, he panicked a little bit and Girl Person panicked a lot.  And there we sat.  When Boy Person decided to give it one last try, it finally came back on.  And our hearts had pretty much stopped.  Traveling through 48 states the past year and a half was hard. And here we were starting.  All over again.  It was scaring us all.

Don’t let another day go by my love
It’ll be just like starting over
Starting over

When you start over, well, you may have questions about it.  And we certainly are.  To head back to that Florida place seems so far.  And we have a few more houses to look at this weekend.  And apparently, Boy Person needs to make sure we can even make it back to Florida now in this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  But we are ready.  Ready to start over, whatever it takes.  We have decided that nothing is that important to be on a schedule.  This is up to us, and yes, Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  We are going to breathe this weekend and the persons are going to clean up the dead bird throw up.  Or maybe throw out the car.  That is definitely a way to start over, now isn’t it?  You’re welcome.

As we keep saying…stay tuned!

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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What’s Up Around The Bend?

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  First things first.  The persons.  Are.  Arrested.  And if I had the strength to go into it, I would.  But dealing with Girl Person’s Depression Monster, Guilt Monster and Anxiety Monster the past few days have taken all of the joy I have out of arresting.  Arrest reports and more arrest reports seem to be on my daily schedule, which leaves me no time for anything else….except apparently having to drive around two counties in a day looking for a house that doesn’t even seem to exist yet for us.

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Come on the risin’ wind,
We’re goin’ up around the bend

Now.  Don’t get me wrong, because I am never wrong.  But I sense the reasons why the persons delayed our leaving departure date.  You see, after a million hours of discussions, they knew that if they left here, even leaving one stone unturned, that they would always wonder if they could have, or should have stayed.

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You can ponder perpetual motion,
Fix your mind on a crystal day,
Always time for a good conversation,
There’s an ear for what you say

It is not that we are set against heading to that Florida place.  But the persons had to ask themselves…did we miss something?  I am sure I did not.  I never.  Ever.  Do.

Bring a song and a smile for the banjo
Better get while the gettin’s good
Hitch a ride to the end of the highway
Where the neon’s turn to wood

However, the persons felt that maybe they needed a few more days.  And in fact, I did too.  Seeing Girl Person so upset threw my stomach into knots, which has kept me up for two nights, and good grief.  I can never look bad, but if I am not at my best, what kind of day will it be on the road?

A tired tiger. #roar #2travelingdogs #campinglife

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So we delayed our leaving. There was no choice in the matter, although the persons even second guessed their second guessing their decision.  And seriously folks?  I think that they are giving me a headache.  And it is not because of the bad wine here.  Because there is no such thing.

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As we were driving around, making sure we had visited every home and every area that was available for us, Girl Person realized something.  And since I was in the car this whole time, I had no choice but to listen.  She told Boy Person, after he was done putting himself down for not being able to buy a home a few years ago, that there was no reason to live in the past.  If we let our past mistakes into our present days, it is another mistake.    In fact, if we are blinded by our own monsters, how will we ever see what is ahead…maybe just up around the bend?

Can you imagine if we let every mistake or every regret that ever happened to us into our day?  Dogs never do that.  What if I thought about the reasons that I was taken to the shelter? Or what if I thought about being sad that someone mistreated my brother, Deputy Digby?  What if I worried about Girl Person all of the time and her monsters?  Well, I guess I do that.  But that is my job. Yet the other stuff?  It is not worth even thinking about for a second.  Bad things have happened to everyone.  Oftentimes, we don’t know that the Regret Monsters are living with us until we face decisions. And then the Regret Monsters remind you that you can fail, or that you can make a mistake. And they try to make you forget that you are human, and that in fact maybe those mistakes made you into a great person!  And they don’t want you to know that those past mistakes can in fact make you learn from them, and then make your future even better.  No, they don’t want you to know that.  But I am here to tell you.  You have nowhere to go but ahead.  Because looking behind?  It will get you nowhere.

There’s a place up ahead and I’m goin’
Just as fast as my feet can fly
Come away, come away if you’re goin’
Leave the sinkin’ ship behind

So what are we going to do from here on out?  For today, probably there will be more talking and looking and turning over more stones. Because if we leave tomorrow or Monday, what is the big deal? What difference does a few days make when it comes down to it?  I love a schedule, but even I can be flexible sometimes.  Spending over a year on the road has taught us many things.  But one of the most important is that in the big scheme of things?  You don’t ever really know what is up around the bend.  It could be good like a rare, hot shower.  It could be not so good like many of those prison showers we have found ourselves in with used, old soap.  But whatever it is, it is worth experiencing. Except for the soap. Every experience, every person, even every monster we have to kick out of this Big Blue Treat Wagon prepares us for what is up ahead.  And we are still thinking that it is going to be great.

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Come on the risin’ wind,
We’re goin’ up around the bend
Yeah

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Indecision.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Where are we going today?  Isn’t it November 1st?  Weren’t be supposed to know where we were going?  Good questions.  Another question is when did I start being able to read calendars? There seems to be a lot of questions floating around this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  And no answers.

Now everybody’s got advice they just keep on givin’
Doesn’t mean too much to me
Lots of people out to make-believe they’re livin’
Can’t decide who they should be, whoa

Here it goes.  And you know that as Deputy I am always honest.  As part of my job, I uphold the law.  Another part of my job, I break the law.  But we don’t need to focus on that so much.  The honest part?  The persons have been talking and crying and talking some more the last few days.  Especially yesterday.  Because they don’t know if leaving Sonoma County is a mistake.  And it is bringing not decisions.  But indecision.

I understand about indecision
But I don’t care if I get behind
People livin’ in competition
All I want is to have my peace of mind

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You see, here it goes.  We love that Florida place.  We love our family in that Florida place.  But here just seems to fit us right now in this moment, because we have been tired from traveling and we got a routine going.  If you have been following the blog, you know that Girl Person and Boy Person tried their hardest to make a business work to bring us back to California.  Did the business work?  They tell me it did not.  But we still made it back here…although not the way they intended in a house with wheels.  Persons and their plans.  Just always seem to get broken.

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What they don’t realize is that their hard work did get us back here.  Just not in their perfect way.

Now you’re climbin’ to the top of the company ladder
Hope it doesn’t take too long
Can’tcha you see there’ll come a day when it won’t matter?
Come a day when you’ll be gone, whoa

And now that we are here, we are finding it very hard to go.  One of the reasons is because we haven’t found a home in that Florida place either yet.  And then traveling across the country seems so far again to now sit and wait for a house there too. But spending so much money camping and not being able to find anywhere more reasonable is not doing us any good. Many people are displaced from the fires and housing is scarce.  And then!!  Then, then, then….what do we do?

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Sometimes, the persons can talk so much that they keep saying the same things over and over and they get nowhere.  They have been stalling on making a decision for weeks now.  But I have to say this.  I am not complaining. Because Sheriff Brickle and I love it here too.

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But honesty is my policy. So here it goes. We really need to get going here.  Being in limbo is no fun.  Unless you are at a party.  Or a pawty.  This is not helping anyone to camp forever in Bodega Bay.

The Depression Monsters are multiplying up in here and the persons don’t do so good under pressure.  So instead of heading back to that Florida place today, we have a couple of options.  The first is to not leave until tomorrow because they are so tired from talking day and night.  Or.  We can maybe go somewhere else to think for a few days.  But it is morning.  It is early. And we don’t know yet.  I don’t know how to tell time anyway.

Now if you’re feelin’ kinda low ’bout the dues you’ve been paying
Future’s coming much too slow
And you want to run but somehow you just keep on stayin’
Can’t decide on which way to go

So.  Indecision.  It is a visitor with us right now. There seems to be no clear cut answers. But we will figure it out. Actually, Sheriff Brickle will  So stay tuned to our Facebook page today. We will let you know if and when we are going. This is a hard one.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Things That Stink And Things That Don’t Stink

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Newsflash. Digby stinks.  You already knew that.  I am sure it is not a shocker.

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Do you know what else stinks? Having to leave our Bodega Bay, California place tomorrow.  But it is not going to be a day though filled with sadness, because the persons say that they will not allow that.

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Why? We had a great two months here.  And we got to see and do things together that we would have never thought possible after leaving here five years ago.  Yes, the fires definitely stunk in more ways than one.  But we wouldn’t have changed being here for anything.  Even during this time.

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It is no secret that animal rescue doesn’t make you rich. And not being able to find a home here that we could afford definitiely stunk. But finding out that happiness was more than an address didn’t stink.

 

Because we were able to think beyond our disappointment and realize that leaving here to go back to that Florida place wasn’t so bad.  It doesn’t mean that we can’t come back here if something opens up or if we can’t find a house there either.  Because we can come back.  Our house is on wheels. And that totally doesn’t stink.

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Trying to simplify our lives by selling our home a couple years ago and buying the RV was just one step.  Because we still have a storage unit full of junk to get rid of.  And now we can go back and get rid of it.  That will make more room in the budget for peanut butter cookies. And that is very important.

So, instead of being sad for tomorrow, we are going to think about all of the amazing things we learned this past year on our travels.  No, things didn’t work out exactly as we planned, but when does that ever happen anyway?

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away And know when to run
You never count your money When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for counting When the dealin’s done

Girl Person had a few days of that Guilt Monster making friends with her Depression Monster.  The Guilt Monster was trying to tell her that she didn’t visit enough wineries or be with friends enough. It tried to tell her that she didn’t work hard enough to afford a more expensive house.  It tried to tell her that she wasn’t good enough for anything or anyone. And that is when the Depression Monster came for a visit too.

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But I was there and Boy Person and Digby was too.  You see, we had to do the things here that helped us during our time here and we know our friends and fans understood. We were tired from the past year of travel and we were mentally exhausted from visiting so many rescues and shelters.  I will admit that.  Even I as Sheriff can get tired.  So Guilt Monster and Depression Monster?  You can go right back to your hole which in fact stinks.  We have no room for you in this Big Blue Treat Wagon.  We have a yard to find.  And you know what else? If those persons who have the Little Red House decide to sell it, you can bet your burnt peanut butter cookies we will turn right back around.  I don’t bet unburned peanut butter cookies.  I am not a risk taking gambler.

So today, we get ready.  We pack.  We make sure one last time that this is the right decision.  Because yes…we are making sure. We haven’t left yet, so stay tuned.  I have some peanut butter cookies in the oven.  And that definitely doesn’t stink.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Right Back Where We Started From

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  You may have guessed by now that we heard nothing from the owners of the little red house.  Seems as though they decided not to answer us at all.  And that my friends in law enforcement terms says its own answer.  A big no.

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It seems appropriate, and I am always appropriate, that we end our time here at Bodega Bay in the exact campsite we first pulled into.

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And my friends, we have went to every single campsite I think in this campground.

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And so here we are.  Right back where we started from.

Do you remember that day (that sunny day)
When you first came my way
I said no one could take your place
And if you get hurt (if you get hurt)
By the little things I say
I can put that smile back on your face

The persons have been going back and forth this weekend. Are we making the right decision?  But as it all comes down to with persons most of the time, they don’t always have enough money to do exactly what they want, or to live exactly where they want.  And if you keep trying to get to something that you have to work so hard for that you don’t have time to enjoy the people and furkids in your life, well, what use is it?  Who cares where you are at that point?

Ooh, and it’s alright and it’s coming along
We gotta get right back to where we started from
Love is good, love can be strong
We gotta get right back to where started from

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We may have started right from this campsite, #9, and we ended up here.  Campsite #9.  But more importantly, we started out with love and with each other when we got here.  And we are leaving the same way.

A love like ours (a love like ours)
Can never fade away
You know it’s only just begun
You give me your lo-hove (give me your love)
I just can’t stay away (no, no)
You know you are the oh oh only one

Sometimes, staying still helps no one.  We know that we can’t stay in this campground forever, but we have loved it so much that it has been harder to leave with each passing day.  But it is about to start raining here, and get pretty cold.  We figure that it is better to head to that Florida place and park there for awhile near the water and see if we can find a cheaper yard there to lay in perhaps.  If the little red house decides it wants us back, we will come back.  And if neither work out? The persons say Italy may still be an option, although I don’t speak Italian.  Yet.

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We know that whatever happens now though, we are going to make the most fun out of it.  So many people say life is a journey.  Well, we have been on lots of journeys.  And no matter where we end up, it will be all of us together in a yard.  I keep saying, happiness is not dependent on one destination.  Happiness is dependent on ourselves and how we react to the circumstances we are given.  We have been given freedom.  But for Girl Person, breaking out in hives, agonizing over even making a decision has been hard.  We need to see all of our options one more time. And so Wednesday..well, it is the day.  Unless we get a call on that little red house.  Then that Florida place will have to wait.

Ooh, and it’s alright and it’s coming along
We gotta get right back to where we started from
Love is good, love can be strong
We gotta get right back to where started from

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Gentle On My Mind

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Isn’t is amazing how much you appreciate something or someone when you are about to leave?

It’s knowin’ that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin’ bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

At the end of the day, Sonoma County will always have our hearts. #sonomaproud #sonomastrong #2travelingdogs

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For us, the past few months here in Bodega Bay have been some of the best we have ever had.  The birds, the history, and especially the people made us feel welcome and at home.   There was lots and lots of good food, which is always a plus.  And although we have traveled more miles than Christopher Columbus did, it seemed all of our paths led us right here to rest a bit.  It was a long path for sure.

But next week? It looks like we are going to be starting up this Big Blue Treat Wagon again to hit the road back to that Florida place and Amelia Island.

When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you’re movin’ on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind

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It seems a little overwhelming to our family that we have to travel so far again.  In some ways, it is exciting and we know that the paths back there could lead us to wonderful things.  But leaving here again is a lot to bear in some ways, because it is just so wonderful.  It is about as hard to do as Sheriff Brickle tearing himself away from looking in the mirror.  And that’s real hard.

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But even though there will be some sadness in leaving here, we won’t let it cloud the wonderful memories we will always cherish of a time when we could say that we lived in Bodega Bay.  Doesn’t that sound nice?  We lived in Bodega Bay.  We truly lived.

Tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I’m blind
But not to where I cannot see
You walkin’ on the back roads
By the rivers flowin’ gentle on my mind

We didn’t plan to stay here as long as we did, but maybe that was part of our journey.  Yes, we are a bit sad about the little house that wasn’t to be ours right now.  But we understand why the family wanted to keep it for themselves that own it.

But guess what? There may be another little house just waiting for us somewhere else.  And we can’t let any sadness overtake us.  Because that will not let us see what could be waiting.

 

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All of this week, there have been neighbors trying to help us, there have been birds giving us encouragement, and we have had to listen to our inner voices telling us that we may need to move on.  So we listened.  And now we plan to do so despite missing our friends here.

It’s not clingin’ to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said because
They thought we fit together walkin’

The truth is, and as a Deputy, I always tell the truth, if we are headed back to that Florida place and something here turns up, well, we will turn right back around.  But we can’t afford to sit here for much longer.  As Deputy, that takes away from my pancake money.  And we can’t have that, now can we?

Despite the sadness of saying goodbye, the memories hold much more depth for us.  Even me, and I am not so deep.  We found our laziness here by just looking at the ocean for hours.  We visited “our beach” every night, we had our routine, and it felt so, so good to have some routine.  But there is a lot to being on the road too, and we have to look at the positive of new trails again, seeing some things we may have missed before, and getting back to that Florida sunshiney. When we think of leaving Bodega Bay, we won’t be sad.  We will prefer for it to be gentle on our mind.

We plan to make the most of our last days here, and then?  We are going to celebrate hitting the road.  Our destination this time?  A yard for Brickle and I.  A place for Girl Person to make yummy food for us all and to grow it.  And a place for Boy Person to make stuff out of junk.  As you can see, our aspirations aren’t that complicated.  And isn’t that how life is too?  We try to make things more complicated than they are.  Finding happiness isn’t dependent on one house, or one state or one person.  Happiness is dependent on us.  Ourselves.  So let’s be happy that our time here in Bodega Bay and Sonoma County was all we hoped for, even with the fires.  Because we felt we were needed here.  And we would not change one thing.

Through cupped hands ’round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you’re waitin’ from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smilin’, ever gentle on my mind

-Deputy Digby Pancake

We have such an exciting giveaway this weekend from Balanced Health!

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You take care of everyone else, including our furkids. But what about you?  What we consume and what we are exposed to in our environment can greatly affect our wellbeing, creating a negative impact on the body. These are called sensitivities. The Balanced Health Sensitivity Scan can determine close to 1000 potential food and environmental sensitivities by testing them against a client’s hair and saliva. The report will include a list of specific sensitivities that resonated. Sensitive does not necessarily mean allergic. Often, if a client avoids a specific sensitivity for at least 30 days or more, the sensitivity will subside and can be reintroduce. And this weekend, Balanced Health is giving one away to one of our fans valued at $60!

To enter:

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…Contest closes October 29th and winners will be announced on the November 1 on their Facebook page!

Blackbird And The Little House

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  In Bodega Bay, you know all about the reputation of the birds here.

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But as I have found out, the older I get, the more I could care less about a reputation.

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When handsome oozes out from every beautiful, brindle hair on my perfect body, my reputation needs no introduction.  And for the birds here, they don’t know about their reputation.  They don’t know about the movie made about them that scared everyone on the planet.

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All they know is that they are birds, and that they are in a wonderful place.

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But what they don’t know is that just by the presence of one of their own…one small, little blackbird, that they could help Girl Person accept what she cannot change.

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One small, little blackbird has life wrapped around his wings, and he showed Girl Person yesterday thru her tears that life was not about expectation.  Life was not about things lost.  Life was about change and what could be out there if she allowed herself to see it without seeing the things that could not be.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for the moment to arise

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As you have probably guessed, things are not looking good on the little house.  The persons have called, left messages, wrote letters, talked to all the neighbors.  And although we don’t have a no at this point, as Sheriff, I can only state the obvious.  Maybe they want to hold onto the most perfect house we have ever seen for themselves.  And I can’t even arrest them for that.  Because they have every right and reason to do so.  If it was my little red house, I would never let it go either.

 

Sometimes, you just need a good cry.  At least that is what Girl Person says.  And yesterday?  Well, I suppose she had to do it.  She said it was cleansing, almost like watching the little blackbird playing in the water.

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Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life,
You were only waiting for the moment to be free

Girl Person told me that I might remember her saying that she would work as hard as she could to make it back here to this Sonoma place.  And when she said that over five years ago, I believed her.  And she did work hard.  But she worked so hard that she couldn’t enjoy much of anything.  Her only chance at happiness she thought was here.  So she wrapped all of her hopes and dreams on one thing.  And lost sight of everything else good around her.  Once we got back here a few months ago, we were happy to be here.  And it was as wonderful as we had imagined it to be.  Although it would have been our first choice to stay here, apparently, it probably is not going to happen unless something changes before next Wednesday.  And we have to accept that.

Girl Person says that she has just realized something since yesterday.  I can only imagine that the blackbird talked to her and told her so.

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You see, happiness in life is not dependent on one thing.  Happiness in life is not dependent on one house or one town or one state.  Happiness is dependent on what we make of our lives and how we deal with things we cannot change.  It is up to us to deal with disappointment, realizing that what didn’t work out may lead us to something even better.

And Girl Person was told by the blackbird that when you feel injured and that you can’t go on, that is the time to see how far you can soar.

Black bird fly, black bird fly
Into the light of the dark black night

Sometimes, when we are disappointed, we don’t want to fly.  And although Girl Person could feel herself being chased by that Depression Monster again yesterday, she realized that any blackbird could chase it right back.  She was stronger than this.  Her focus she told me and Digby is to find us a yard and a place to relax.  If that place is not here, maybe there is a yard in that Florida place just waiting for us to pee on it.  And so when we leave here next week, we will know we did our best.  We left no stone unturned.  We enjoyed our time here more than words can say…even more than Digby can howl.

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Girl Person says that in years past, she would have made it her goal to get back here one day.  She would have made it her passion to buy that little house even if it took years to do it.  But no.  Sometimes, life is what you make of it at the time.  Maybe we were only meant to enjoy it here for a short time in order to appreciate it more.  Will Bodega Bay always be in our hearts?  I don’t need to tell you that it will.  But I do need to say thank you blackbird.  Thank you for showing us that life’s winds will take us where we need to go.  It is up to us to soar.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for the moment to arise

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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The 2 Traveling Dogs Pawcast Podcast-Connecticut

This week on the 2 Traveling Dogs Podcast, we discuss our travels through the beautiful state of Connecticut!  From Brickle and Digby’s food fight, to the wonderful people at Friday’s Rescue Foundation, this is a state we will never forget.