Any Day Now

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Oh, what a week.  If someone would have told us on Monday that we would be having a week like this, well, there would have been nothing we could have done about it.  And so.  That’s that.  And there was a lot of that. But there was still a lot of this face.  You’re welcome.


Every day that we thought things were getting better, they got worse.  And more worse. And worser.  We thought that we were never going to be able to leave.  Then our air conditioning broke.  The Big Blue Treat Wagon didn’t want to go anywhere.  And Boy Person had just about had it with working on it in 90 degree weather.  Yeah.  We had had better days. But we were still trying to be strong. That’s what we do.

So we had to find the one responsible for the sabotage of the RV, otherwise Girl Person was going to keep singing. But I was too busy being sad about leaving my dirt hole.  And so the Deputy took over.  That’s the good thing about having a Deputy.  This was the Deputy’s chance to shine.  Shine like a diamond.  Or a pancake dripping with maple syrup.


While I was supervising all of the goings on of Memaw Macaw’s driveway, it occurred to me that perhaps, just perhaps, Deputy Digby could solve this crime.  We had to know. Who had in fact broke the RV so that we couldn’t make it to the beach?  I thought this was the Deputy’s chance to earn his paycheck. Or pawcheck.  First of all, no one suspected that he was watching them.  Because Digby just sleeps.  Second of all, The Deputy had some personal interest in this mystery being solved. Yes.  He was worried that one more day of Boy Person working on the broken down RV and Girl Person’s worry would make his eggies late.  Or even worse…skipping a meal.  So he had to do what he had to do. A stakeout.  Without steak.  It was going to be hard.  But we had to get out of this driveway! Memaw Macaw sold her house, there were people coming in to steal my dirthole, and it was imperative. This was important.  I was leaving it to the Deputy.  And I am more proud of him than I ever have been.

Yes.  Deputy Digby solved the mystery of the broken down, Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  Memaw Macaw.  She didn’t want us to go.  She wanted us to keep looking at her chess game from 1974 while she drank guava juice.  I don’t know why she does the things she does.  But who am I to question what a person that wears socks with sandals does? We said goodbye to the bottlebrush tree, the gopher turtle, Lele and Tommy Cat.  Then, I said goodbye to the best dirt hole I have ever had.


And we were on our way with gladness.  No, not sadness that we were pulling out of this driveway for the last time, but gladness that we were able to.  Gladness that Memaw Macaw was going to live somewhere without a leaking roof and loneliness.  Because leaving when you can is better than leaving when you have to.  Take it from us.

Then, once we said goodbye, we were on the way to the beach.  Jacksonville, you have been calling our name all week, but I couldn’t answer.  Let’s do this! We feel like this may be the start of the best adventure ever.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Sticks And Bricks With Something In Your Pants

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  I wish that I had better news to report on our house searching this week, but baby…it was no good. Nothin.


You see, we must have driven a million miles this week searching.  We drove from one end of the island to the other, all around it, and even across the water in the ferry. Gandma came to hep us. And still nothing.  YET.  This Amelia Island place must be something special.

When you are searching for something, like the meaning of life, it is hard to focus. What is the meaning of life by the way?  Girl Person says that all complicated questions always have one answer.  Dogs.  I agree.


All we do is drive around, and around and around.  We look at a house, or a blank piece of land, and we hear the persons saying over and over again…”Oh, that won’t do.  Oh, that wouldn’t be good for the dogs.  Oh, that is too much money.  Oh, that isn’t for sale.”  I mean seriously. No good, no good, no good, no good.

Baby, you’re no good (I’m gonna say it again)
You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good
Baby, you’re no good

All this driving around looking at sticks and bricks called houses is really cutting into my hiking time, my napping time, Brickle’s mirror time, and I was kind of over it yesterday.  I decided that if I couldn’t roll in poop as much as I wanted to, I would just. Poop. Well, not really.  But I would pretend that I had to.

I’m telling you now baby, that I’m goin’ my way
Forget about me baby, ’cause I’m leaving this day

As we were driving around looking at the millionth no good stick and bricks, I decided that I just couldn’t take it anymore.  I started howling, I started crying.  I heard the persons say that maybe I was sick.  It was working . So I turned on the sweet howling charm more.  But then, Sheriff Brickle didn’t like my overdramatic nature and he proceeded to start growling.

broke a heart, that’s gentle and true
Well, I broke a heart over someone like you
I’ll beg his forgiveness on bended knee
I wouldn’t blame him if he said to me

That is when Girl Person broke out the treat stash to calm everyone down.  Well, I forgot about my acting for a minute until I realized that all that acting had really made my stomach sick.  And now, well, I had. To. Go.


Now the persons were in panic mode. I started circling around, climbing on Brickle’s lap, he was mad, everyone was looking at us, and we were stuck in that traffic junk.  I was beginning to think that focusing on finding a house was nearly impossible when you had to go.  The persons tried to get out of traffic, and as we drove into a park, we pulled over at a pond.

Now, when you are in Florida, you know about those alligator fellows. And even though there was an alligator sign, the persons figured that the only immediate danger was a Jeep full of poop.  They jumped out, I jumped out, and at the same time, some tourists jumped out looking for an alligator show.  They didn’t know that the only tickets for sale that day was a ticket to a poop show.  And they left early.

Feelin’ better, now that we’re through
Feelin’ better, cause I’m over you
I’ve learned my lesson, it left a scar
Now I see how you really are

It was at this point that the persons realized that maybe…just maybe we were trying too hard.  Looking too much.  Trying to make something happen that wasn’t right.  We decided that we had looked enough for the week and that Friday was going to be Brickle and Digby Day.  Mark it on your calendars.


You see, sometimes, you can try too dern hard.  Sheriff Brickle says that if you try and give it your best, then it is time to rest.  He says what is going to work out will just simply work out.  We can’t force it.  And I say sometimes you can’t hold it.

So on this Brickle and Digby Day, we have a hike planned, a nap, breakfast and we are going to start packing to make a car ride to Gandma and Gandpa’s house in that Tampa place.  Girl Person says we are going to have a pawty or something on Sunday.  With food.  And that my friends is going to be fun.  We will make sure that you join us as you always do.  We will get to walk in the orange grove again and maybe, just maybe, if we take a break, our break will happen. Soon.

Sometimes things seem no good.  But even in the no good, oh, there is good.  We are in a beautiful place.  Even if we don’t get to stay, this sure was fun. Life is a journey.  Sometimes, we have to take detours. And sometimes.  We just have to pull over.  When you gotta go, you gotta go.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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