How Are The Bugs?

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Here in the South, whenever someone walks by you, they usually say “how are you?” You say “fine”. And you both keep on walking. You probably weren’t fine though. Or maybe you were fabulously great. But everyone just says fine no matter what. Not sure why they can’t just say hello.

So how rare is it when someone asks you how you are and they really want to know? Pretty rare. But it makes you feel special. I like feeling special. Probably everyone does. Even the bugs.

You see, as we were hiking yesterday, a lady was walking up to start with her furkids. She looked at Girl Person and said, “How are the bugs?”

Girl Person told her they weren’t too bad. Not too bad at all. Well, I wanted to tell her that they were in a pretty boring mood. They weren’t chasing us as much as usual and therefore, Sheriff Brickle wasn’t trying to eat them. As much. But no one asked my opinion on how the bugs were. They might as well have said “fine.”

Girl Person told me later that the other person really didn’t want to know how the bugs were emotionally. She just wanted to know how many there were. Well. If persons actually said what they meant, maybe the world would be an easier place to live and love.

If we ask someone how they are, be ready to listen. Show by your concern, even in passing, that you can listen for a few minutes. Sometimes, one word can mean the difference in a whole day.

Here’s the deal. I’m unique. You’re unique. That person you pass by on the street, well, they are unique. The animals are unique and certainly the bugs are individually unique.

So when you ask someone how they are, mean it and recognize it. You don’t have to solve everyone’s problems. But you can lend a listening ear. You might hear some buzzing from the bugs, though.

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This is Digby Pancake. Since the persons donated their bikes to a local bike shop to fix up for the homeless shelter, they looked for bikes that would help them too. Girl Person said that in between work and animal rescue, she needs a time to clear her mind and get her heart pumping! If she doesn’t take care of herself and her health, she can’t help anyone else, and she definitely can’t make me pancakes. I really like her new bike.

It has fat tires and a pretty paint job and she says it rides as smooth on the beach as a melted slab of butter. If there was ever a bike that I liked, it would have to be the fat tire bike called the Argus Comp from Mongoose! You can find it at or click here and tell them Digby Pancake sent you.

See Brickle’s pick for his favorite bike tomorrow and catch a special blog on our project for the homeless on the blog this Saturday!!

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A Bug For Breakfast

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. I like pancakes. No secret there. In fact, I would not hesitate in saying that there is no substitute for pancakes. Ever. Not even Girl Person’s scrambled eggies. But even I know that you have to have a little variety in life.

So when it’s that day of the week that Girl Person goes to get groceries, she lets Boy Person feed us our breakfast. She made us turkey and crackers ahead of time so that she could get to the store and back before it got too hot in this Florida place. And so she rushed out the door and off she went. Poor Boy Person had no breakfast. And we certainly were not going to share. So he found some cereal. And he wasn’t too unhappy about it. Yet.

We knew Girl Person would be gone a couple hours. And that gave us just enough time for a nap as Boy Person ate his cereal. He was crunching away when he stopped. Crunching.

There it was. A bug. Not a happy bug. Well. Maybe it had been happy one day. But he wasn’t now. No amount of CPR could bring him back. Boy Person whispered…”bug.”

Sometimes, you don’t want to believe what you see. Sometimes, you’re so hungry that a bug is no excuse to stop eating. Sometimes you wanna give it one more try.

And even though Boy Person didn’t find more than one bug, one bug was enough to call breakfast over. It was time to see what Girl Person would bring home for lunch. Hopefully, not bugs.

Poor bug. He must have really liked cereal. And I suppose that’s not such a bad way to go. But something as small as a bug can make you throw out a bag of cereal. Maybe you aren’t sure if there’s more. Maybe you just lose your appetite.

A bug is a bug. And you may think that small things don’t matter. Well, small words, small deeds can often spoil a whole day. Or a whole bag of cereal! But small words and small deeds can make a day better. And that’s how it was when lunch came around.

The only bug I want for breakfast is one that calls to make reservations at my favorite pancake joint.

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