Let’s Dance. Not Really.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  It has been pointed out to me that I am handsome.  I pointed this out to myself today.  Because there really is no explanation of why an ordinary hike, an ordinary jaunt at the dog park, or an ordinary walk on the beach always turns into a scene.

You know, I can’t help the way that I look if I wanted to, but I don’t want to.  But it is beyond me why these random love fests come at me everyday.  It’s like they want to dance or something.  They come up to me, I back away, they come closer, I move that way, they move this way.  Do you want to dance, they seem to say.  Not really.

There I was, just hiking along the other day with my brother from a different mother. And a hiker person and her hiker person friend jumped out of their car, ran up to us, kinda pretending that they were not running up to us, and asked Girl Person if they could pet us.  Girl Person said yes, and so they oohed and ahhed over Digby while I tried to play hard to get.  I guess I did a good job as an actor, but that was not surprising, because I do a good job at whatever I do.  And as they walked away, I heard the hiker person say that I must have been old.  Nah, it’s just the way things are with Bricklemania.

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Then, the next day, we went to the beach.  You guessed it.  I’ve been working on this body for a long time.  And a couple of beach persons came up to us and asked Girl Person if they could pet us because they were missing their dogs.  Girl Person said sure, told the smaller persons to be slow, and there it was.  More people wanting to dance.  I suppose that there are no rules for dancing on the beach, but my rules state nope.  Not with Bricklemania.  Digby played the sweet one again, and I walked away.  One of the smaller persons said softly that I must not like her.  Nah.  I just am tired from Bricklemania.

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As you can see, it was turning out to be a really busy week.  And well, Girl Person thought that with all of the rain we had had lately, a run at the dog park was in order.  Now.  First of all.  I rarely run.  I am in no hurry.  But I do like to dig a hole and sit down and police.  That is what I do best.

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As I was sitting there, being the dirtiest, most handsome Sheriff in a dirt hole that there ever was, two walker persons walked by the dog park.  Walkers walk.  But without a dog, it seemed odd as they came into the dog park.  We heard them saying, “Oooohhhhh….ahhhhh….awwww… “. The usual.  And I thought.  Oh, fabulous.  Bricklemania even in a dirt hole.

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Girl Person said hello, and they asked her if it was weird that they had no dogs but they really loved dogs, and they really wanted to pet us.  They said again.  “Is that weird?”.  Nothing is weird with Bricklemania.  You can’t control it.  Even when you try to hide it in the dirt.

So, this time, as usual, I played hard to get.  Digby soaked up all the back rubs and the love.  And I thought, well, that this would be like every other time with Bricklemania.  I thought that they would come to me.  But after petting Digby and looking at my face, they decided that they were going to go.  And they hadn’t even heard about Bricklemania.

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It shocked me, but it also shocked me that I cared.  I had been so used to not dancing and not caring that when someone actually reacted to the energy I put off,  it made me have feelings.  And Bricklemania does not have feelings.

Girl Person saw my face and told me that it was ok.  She told me that they were probably in a hurry or I had scared them a little bit, but not to take it personal.  But I did.  And I thought to myself, is this what persons do?  Is this why they seem so unhappy sometimes?  Are they trying to escape from the world by being in a hurry and acting mad so that others don’t talk to them or bother them?  What happens when what they want to happen…actually…happens?  And then they are alone, or are very sad, or want friends?  I had to take a step back and wonder.   Should I learn how to dance…maybe a little bit?  Maybe you should be dancing too.

You see, life can be rushed.  Life can make us feel stressed.  In a hurry.  Or just tired.  But are we really ever too busy to say hello?  Channel your inner Bricklemania and embrace the love today.  Will you accept this dance?

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

Our next 2 Traveling Dogs Book Club selection has been announced!  Join us on the 2 Traveling Dogs Fan Page to take part in the fun! Our book club is hosted by famed author of The Endless Path, Laurie Duperier.  Laurie has selected this book club’s selection as Hogan’s Hope.  Watch the video below to see what we have in store and request to join our Fan Page to join. By the way, we had a few technical difficulties, but Brickle enjoyed the screen time. 

 

 

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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