Desserts, Desert And Falling Off A Cliff.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. It is my duty to write to you today. Did you know…there is no dessert in the desert? I am serious about this. Really serious.


If you have ever tried to spell something as a person, or a dog in fact, you know that apparently, one letter can be the difference between being a very good word. Or a very bad word. And for me, the difference between desert and dessert is tragic. Because I do not know how to spell that great, and when I saw the sign that that was where we were, I was ecstatic! Were we really going to be camping on a dessert? Like what kind of dessert? Do I get to choose? Is there like a menu? Lemon meringue? Nope. Apple pie? Nope. A sugar cookie? Oh, absolutely not. The choices were boggling my mind, so much so that I thought I would ask to order off of the menu. I will have a tower of pancakes please. With extra maple syrup!


Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle didn’t even ask to look at a menu when he saw that sign. He told me that I was mistaken, that our Big Blue Treat Wagon RV would not fit on a lemon meringue pie. Or an apple pie. Or even a sugar cookie. And definitely not on a tower of pancakes. The Sheriff told me that I needed to look up desert in the dictionary, not dessert. And so, I don’t have a dictionary. So I didn’t care to change my order one bit. It wasn’t my fault that persons decided to misspell something. Sheriff Brickle told me that a desert was a place that was hot. Dry. (No maple syrup springs). And sandy. Well, are there pecan sandies out here? I think they are gross and dry and make me want to gag when I compare them to a pancake. But beggars can’t be choosers and well, it was better than a plate of sand which was on the menu as well.


So for everyone out there planning to head to the New Mexico place to get pancakes, you instead will get a plate of sand. I am serious about this. Really serious. And while we are being so serious, Sheriff Brickle’s Friday arrest was surely needed. Perhaps even more than a correction in the dictionary. Girl Person accepted her arrest and thanked the Sheriff and I for the warning and needed reminder before we head to the Grand Canyon. What happened?

You see, Girl Person likes to take our pictures. She likes to take our pictures a lot. And well, when you hike all the time in drug store shoes, you forget that you are really hiking, but instead think you need to pick up a prescription. So when we were hiking on Friday night, Girl Person was doing all of the above. Hiking in drug store shoes. Taking our picture. And yep. Standing on the edge of a cliff that she didn’t even see was there until she was one foot away. There was no sign for a cliff, only desert and unless it had been a marshmallow, she probably wouldn’t have had a very good landing.


Sometimes, we all need reminders. And sometimes, those reminders are dramatic. For Girl Person, she remembered to be more careful. That is was not only her life in the balance, but ours as well. Sometimes, we get overconfident that we know what we are doing, when none of us ever know everything. Not even how to spell dessert. Or desert. Or whatever it is. It was also a reminder how precious every day is. How important it is to remind ourselves we may not be here tomorrow. And to not try to get dessert or pancakes in New Mexico.

So. Our itinerary for this week? Well, we will be in this New Mexico place until we start heading out on Wednesday. We will be headed to an Arizona place where we will not be falling off any cliffs but they should have dessert there. So we have a lot more to see till then and we hope you will stay with us! If you didn’t catch our New Mexico Chicken Jerky Treat Recipe, you can watch the live video here, and then head over to Your Dog’s Diner to get the full recipe.


And most importantly, and what this trip is really about, please watch the latest alien, New Mexico episode of Stop Hounding Me with Desert Paws Animal Rescue in Cochiti, New Mexico. They deserve it.

They also deserve some pancakes, but alas, they are going to have to look elsewhere. They live in the desert. See? I don’t need any dictionary.

Deputy Digby Pancake

What has kept our clean in this sandy desert?  4-Legger! Organic shampoo that we swear by.  And we don’t even swear.  Get all the scoop on their Facebook page and give them a “like” for keeping our handsome…even in the desert.


Flying Saucers? Pancakes? Take Me To Your Leader.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  We have been here in this New Mexico place for just a few days.  And already, I have solved one of the mysteries facing mankind and dogkind on this planet.


Since we have been in Roswell, New Mexico this weekend, Sheriff Brickle and I found it our duty to investigate.  And my conclusion is an obvious one.  It has taken since 1947 to figure this out?  By a Deputy? You. Are. Welcome.

The persons told me that we were staying at a place that aliens crashed at many years ago.  Other people tried to tell many other people that this didn’t even happen. They said oh no.  No flying saucer ever was here.  Oh yeah?  Really?  Why would they say that? It took me a visit to the UFO Museum here to really get things clicking in my brain.


And when it clicked, oh you better believe it clicked.

First of all, these aliens, are well…just too skinny in my humble yet ample opinion. Why they came to earth was apparent.  Did they crash?  Perhaps.  But was it an accident?  I say no.  When you are flying around on a flying saucer, aka a pancake, you are bound to want maple syrup. And there is no maple syrup in space, or on their planet.


They needed to come here to get it to put on their flying saucer aka their pancake, and they did not think things through.  At all.  Probably because they were starving because they needed that syrup.  You see, when they got here and put the maple syrup on their flying saucer, aka pancake, they had no way to get out of here because they ate it. Again, they didn’t think things through.


When the people in charge here in the desert found them, they were so full from eating their flying saucer that they couldn’t move.  They had brought foil with them though to wrap up their leftover pancakes, and it was all over the field because they tore it up because they were mad that they had no leftovers.  The men in the desert figured this was the remains of their flying saucer which was ridiculous.  Why would you fly in metal when you could fly in a pancake aka a flying saucer? Think persons, think.


Because the aliens were mad that they had no leftovers, the government people thought they were going to harm them and so they were scared.  The aliens just wanted more pancakes, so they the government people took them to IHop and that is when the aliens fled.  Can’t say as I blame them.  They had to visit as many IHops as they could in order to gather enough pancakes to build another giant pancake, aka a flying saucer to get out of here.  And they are still trying to build it, so you may see them sometimes.  Sometimes, they get their pancake aka their flying saucer built, but then they get hungry again and have to start over.  They have been doing this since 1947 and it is absolutely exhausting just thinking about it. And makes me hungry.


Now.  That is my conclusion on the aliens.  Why do people wear tin foil hats to keep the aliens from reading their minds and telling them what to do? Because for goodness sakes,  nothing would get done on earth if we were eating pancakes all day and going to IHop to build a giant pancake.  These aliens are just going to have to figure this out for themselves before Sheriff Brickle arrests them.


Being here in Roswell this weekend, I have the upmost faith that these aliens will one day succeed and be able to return home. Two possibilities exist I heard someone say.  Either we are alone in this universe or we are not.  If you see them at IHop, or trying to fly in their flying saucer, be nice and give them some maple syrup.  Be a good earthling.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

P.S. What are we up to today on this Adventure Of A Lifetime?  We are headed out of Roswell, New Mexico to get closer to Santa Fe.  Why?  We have an awesome visit this week with the animal rescuers at Desert Paws Animal Rescue Of New Mexico!!  They are doing all they can in their area to help animals that need them like Maximus.  MAXIMUS is a happy-go-lucky affectionate staffie. He loves tennis balls, comfy bedding, and being petted and hugged. Neutered and utd with vaccines. 8 months old, good with other dogs, and other dogs really like him. Contact

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