Crackers And Quarters

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  If you have ever thought something was quite ordinary, well, imagine you didn’t have it tomorrow.  For example…and I like examples…hot water.  Crackers.  And quarters.

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man’s world

Imagine if one night you realized that you were out of quarters, which meant that you could not pay for a shower with cold water.  Why cold water? Well, you don’t expect that you would go to camp and pay for a shower and actually get hot water now.  Do you?  Puleeze.

I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain’t it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That’s too bad

You guessed it.  Girl Person and Boy Person realized that they had spent all of their quarters on laundry before we left the last camp.  And so, when we got to the new camp in the middle of the desert, we had no quarters.  And they were dirty. Real dirty.

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And this camp? Well, they charge to shower with quarters.  And baby, you get one minute for that quarter. Maybe I should open up a shower business.

They said that they couldn’t use the shower in the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV because we had no hookups or something to dump the water, and we are here for four nights.  And so they frantically were looking everywhere for quarters.  In purses, under seats, in the car. It was very important to me that they take a shower.  Why?

Aha aha
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It’s a rich man’s world

Well, there are a few things that I really like in life.  One…myself.  Two…looking at myself.  Three…peanut butter cookies.  Four….matzo crackers.  You heard me. Crackers.

Well, the persons in all the laundry haste and moving campsites forgot to buy me my crackers at the store.  I have to have exactly four crackers at bed time.  And if that does not happen, I don’t know what I shall do because that has never happened.  But now, here we were in the middle of the desert and they were dirty and wanted to take a shower before they went to buy me some crackers at any store they could find.  And thus…it was very important to me that they find some quarters! We needed some money.

Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man’s world

They looked and they looked and they looked some more.  And finally they found four quarters so that they each could take their shower. Oh, joy. To. The. World.

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Well, Girl Person turned on the water and out came the cold water.  But when you only have two minutes to wash yourself, and you are dirty as can be, you jump in that cold water screaming.  Because you have to go buy your dog matzo crackers.  And as Boy Person jumped in his cold shower yelling words no matzo loving dog should hear, he tried to rinse the soap off, but nope.  The shower.  Was.  Out.  And you guessed it.  He had to finish his shower in the campground sink.

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Now, as a cracker loving dog, I certainly appreciate the efforts that the persons go thru to make me happy.  I will admit that.  And you also should know that they went to go buy me my crackers, and it was a good night.  Because I have never not had exactly four crackers at bedtime.  No matter if we are in the desert, nervous from all the wind and fires around us, I still got my crackers.  And next time, I would highly suggest to them that if they want to shower in a dirty sink, they use their quarters elsewhere.  I would certainly take my money and RUN.

So, the next time you eat your crackers, or take a hot shower, you probably should think about if you didn’t have those things.  There is always a lesson in life if we look for it everyday.  Even with crackers and quarters.

This weekend, we are going to Joshua Tree National Park!  So tune in to our Facebook page for live updates, pics and videos this weekend!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Take Me Home. Where Is That?

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Yesterday, we officially started back in that Florida place direction.  And we were a bit emotional about it.  And a bit tired about it. But we aren’t worried about it.

Take that look of worry
I’m an ordinary man
They don’t tell me nothing
So I find out what I can

As we were packing up the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV yesterday, it occurred to Boy Person that we were officially heading back in the direction of Florida.  We were really on the way.  And although we have one more stop in Joshua Tree before hitting the road Sunday again, we know that we are on the way back.  But we don’t know what we are going back for…really.  Seems quite crazy.  And many will say that we are crazy.

Take that look of worry, mine’s an ordinary life
Working when it’s daylight
And sleeping when it’s night
I’ve got no far horizons
And I wish upon a star
They don’t think that I listen
Oh but I know who they are

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Sometimes, things are the way they are and you can’t change it.  We wanted to stay in that Sonoma place.  But things didn’t go as planned, the fires came, things became more complicated, and even I could see that as a dog.  So instead of trying to fight for something that may or may not come, we gathered up what was important to us and realized that home didn’t mean one specific location.  Home was where we could be happy, comfortable and loved.  And if you want to simplify things like Deputy Digby, it only goes to reason that if you simplify, you have to figure out what is most important.  For us, the water, the ocean, the sunshiney, well.  If we can’t have that Sonoma place as our home, we will find another one where those things are.  So, that is where we are going.  But where is that?  We still haven’t found it.

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Seems so long I’ve been waiting
Still don’t know what for

We think that the Florida place will have a home for us if we head back there to find it.  But we are still keeping other options open too.  Maybe even North Carolina or elsewhere.  Having traveled for so long, we see that this world and this country is a much smaller place than we thought.  There is nowhere that is off the table.  I wish we had a table in this RV, but alas, like everything else, it has been turned into a dog bed.  I guess that isn’t so bad either.

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This trip seems like it just started, but it has been a year and a half now.  And in dog years, a long, long time.  It is time we go home.  And so instead of being sad that we are officially starting our trek back, we are going to think of it as the official start of  a new life.  And a happy one.

We think that this part of our journey will be just as exciting as the Adventure Of A Lifetime.  Why?  Because maybe, just like us, you have looked for happiness everywhere that you could find it.

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Maybe, just like us, you thought that happiness was dependent on one thing, one place or one person. But if you look deep inside yourself, and push aside the unimportant things, you will see that happiness only is dependent on you.  We have wasted enough time in our lives reaching for things that didn’t matter.  Actually, only the persons have done that.  We are happy we got to visit 48 states and 48 rescues.  We will never forget that.

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But now?  Take us home Big Blue Treat Wagon.  Show us the way.

So take, take me home
‘Cause I don’t remember
Take, take me home

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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He’s A Good Dog

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Have you ever had a really bad meal, and then, when you have a really good meal, it makes you appreciate the good one even more?  Well, I have never had a bad meal, but if I had, I would guess this to be true.  I also would guess it to be true that bad dogs have more fun than good dogs.

Unless you are me and you can be both.  Two for one is always a good deal.

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I have been feeling real good lately, let me just point that out a little bit.  I am not a pointer, I am a foxhound, plus I heard it is bad to point fingers, but I only have paws.  I have had lots of good days and have been full of energy.  Girl Person says that she is glad that I feel good, but that her arms and her back might not be as glad since she gets pulled in all directions.  I have even been giving Boy Person a little of that action as well.

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I like to smell stuff, and eat stuff that I find when I smell the stuff, and there is a lot of coyote poop around here.  And old bones.  And old meat in grills.  And all day, all I hear is some person telling me not to eat that.  Don’t smell that.  Stop pulling me.  Leave it.  Don’t chase the ducks.  Don’t bark at hot air balloons.  Don’t try to eat the squirrels.  Don’t roll in that poop.  Or that poop.  Don’t bark at random and scare me. Should I go on?  I would, but I see poop.

Boys will be boys, bad boy, bad boy

And as you can imagine, being told no all day is exhausting in itself.

Get me feelin’ breathless, nothin’ but trouble
Boys will be boys, bad boy, bad boy

By the end of the day, when I howl at the top of my lungs for my evening treat, I am done for the day.  Until it is time for the persons’ dinner where I try to steal it.  Especially if there are pancakes. Or nachos. Or anything actually.

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And finally, when I hear all of the no’s from the day winding down, I finally relax on my couch, which actually is a table turned into a bed in this RV, which everything is.

Always gettin’ so restless, nothin’ but trouble

And when I am finally being still, that is when I hear it.  I hear Boy Person telling Girl Person that I am a good dog.  I hear Girl Person telling him all the stuff they told me no for during the day.  I hear them talk about many things I have done since I was adopted, and I snore a little louder so that they can comment on how good that is too and that I am so cute to do that.

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Every night I think that maybe the next day I won’t be so bad.  But then, when I hear how much they love me, I think that I don’t need to change.  If I am a bad boy, and they love it, who am I to disappoint them?

So often, the things that we complain about in life are what makes it worth living, more interesting, and yes, more lovable.  If the things you complain about weren’t there tomorrow, would you miss them?

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy, you make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy, you make me feel so good, knew you would

I know that I would miss being bad if I wasn’t bad so that they could love me even more when I am good.  And I see nothing to change about that.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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It Can Turn On A Dime

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  Some people may say that the only thing that is guaranteed in life is change.  And some dogs like me may say that people have too many sayings.  But I will agree.  Change is certainly something that our family knows about.

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Change keeps us our toes and on our paws for sure.  You never know in life from one day to the next, or one minute to the next what WILL change.  And sometimes, it can be scary, even for a Sheriff like me.

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So Sunday night, after a long day of resting, we made our way to bed.  As Girl Person always does since we left the Sonoma place, she checks the weather, because it was just a normal night when we went to bed a few months ago that all of the fires happened there.  Yes, it was scary. And so when she was checking, she was nervous when she saw that there was a high wind and a fire warning for where we were near Temecula.  And that was that.

I knew it had to happen, felt the tables turnin’
Got me through my darkest hour
I heard the thunder clappin’, felt the desert burnin’
Until you poured on me like a sweet sunshower

She woke up Boy Person, and they decided that they would freak out just like they normally do.  So they packed up all of our stuff and thought that maybe we should just go ahead and leave.  And after the freak out, they sat down, all tired at 1 in the morning and realized that they probably overreacted.  Oh, just like any normal day.  But it was the middle of the night.

Now, as Sheriff, I am all for giving orders and barking orders, and I thought that perhaps we should wait a bit before we left, because, duh, what were we going to drive into?  It isn’t a good idea to drive your big house RV down the road in wind, and so as I blocked the steering wheel access, Boy Person got the hint that we should sleep on it.  And wait till the morning.

As it always does, the morning came, and we checked the weather.  Again.  There was still a warning, but it didn’t look as bad as Digby’s breath on a hot summer day.  Yes, you can see his breath on a hot summer day.  That is a saying of mine.  Don’t judge or try to take it, because as I mentioned before, you have too many sayings anyway.

So we decided that perhaps we should stick with our plans of going to the San Diego place, get a little ocean therapy and then see if anything had changed again in a few hours.

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Because why? Change.  Just like the weather, even change changes. Like that saying? You can look one minute and the skies are clear.  You can look the next minute and there is a storm.  One minute, the winds are calm.

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The next, they are gusting.  And that has been a hard, hard lesson on this trip for us.  You can’t count on anything remaining the same.  You can’t take it for granted that what you think is constant will be here tomorrow.  Because for us, no matter how many times we check, or think we know, life can turn on a dime.  Can you roll with it?

As Sheriff, I think it is good to be prepared in life for change, but I also think that perhaps Deputy Digby has the right idea too of enjoying life as you can.  You see, even though we were worried about the weather, it would have been a shame not to enjoy San Diego for the day, worrying about what would come next.  We saw Balboa Park, the ocean, took drives around the city, and laughed about all of the weather phenomenons we had found ourselves in on this trip.  This was just adding to the list of pages in our book.

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Just like a book, life’s pages keep turning, but only if we turn them.  Only if we want to read them.  You can’t stay on one page forever.

So if you’re tired of the same old story,
Oh, turn some pages
I will be here when you are ready
To roll with the changes, yeah, yeah

And for us, learning that we can’t control everything in life that we want to, we have to go with those changes.  We learn to prepare, but enjoy.  Life can turn on a dime, as you persons say.  Roll with it!

Oh you got to learn to roll with the changes
Got to, got to, got to, got to keep on rollin’
Keep on rollin’, got to learn to, got to learn to,
Got to learn to roll

Unless something else changes, we will be here in Temecula, California until Wednesday. Then we will be headed to Palm Springs and Joshua Tree National Park! Will you go with us?

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Give Peace A Chance

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. I learned that today I made an executive decision when I am not even an executive. And that already is quite a feat, not being an executive or anything. Although, I would like to be paid as an executive. Maybe we can arrange that.

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The persons are so tired that they couldn’t decide if we were in fact going to go somewhere today called San Diego or somewhere called Joshua Tree. You see, they got a bit travel weary and sore last week from our trek through the jungles of Los Angeles. And they are still a little sad about leaving Sonoma.  And they were beginning to think that they were just ready to call it quits and go see a chiropractor or something, and not go anywhere. Sometimes, you get so tired that you can’t even think of thinking.  It took us all days to recover from our travel day, and at this point in our trip, or trips I should say, we are running pretty slow. And so Sheriff Brickle and I decided that maybe we should help them, and decide for them on where we should go today and this upcoming week.  And so we decided that we should go both places.  Because seriously.  What is the hurry?

Now, I can’t read a map, and even if I could, I would pee on it before I could read it. Or I would eat it, but that would be before I would pee on it. As an executive, I have a schedule and that seems like a good plan.  What also seemed like a good plan was going to San Diego today so that we could hide from the coyotes.  Or, as Girl Person said, we could give the coyotes their space here in Temecula.  You see, she told me we were guest in their neck of the woods.  Or the California desert.

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It seems like everyone is so scared of coyotes.  And then we go somewhere else, and everyone is so scared of bears.  Or alligators.  Or spiders.  Or wolves.  Or everything! And although we know that we have to give our respect to the creatures that are just protecting their own and their homes, we do understand that we all share this earth together.  What gives us a right to be somewhere and not something else?

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It makes sense to me that a lot of the problems that people think the animals cause for them are in fact problems that they caused for the animals.  And so at night, when we listen to the coyotes make their noises, and we get a little nervous, we now respect that nervous.  We listen from afar, but we don’t want to harm the coyotes.  And all I am saying to everyone…is please.  Give peace a chance.  Can’t we all try to understand each other and give respect most of all to each other?

We have learned from our travels that this world is very diverse.  Very different from place to place.  We may be tired, but we recognize the beauty still in every single place.  Someone may like the ocean, but someone else may like the desert.  And the animals are different too.  They all have their favorite places, routines just like us, families just like us, and lives just like us.  What gives us the right to take their lives away?

Isn’t there enough wrong in our world? Isn’t there enough things going on to try and get us distracted from what is really important in life?  Persons start to think that they have a right to do whatever they want to do, whether it harms someone or something else.  So take a moment today and think about the things, the animals, the earth around us and how they ask for nothing but to exist, to live.

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And so today as we head to San Diego to see its beauty, we will let the coyotes take a break from our visit.  And we will look forward to hearing them tonight!

All we are saying.  Is give peace a chance.

Stay tuned to our Facebook page today for our trek through San Diego, then we head to Joshua Tree on Wednesday!

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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I Did It My Way

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  How is it that some days seem longer than others, when supposedly there are the same hours in a day?  Well.  Yesterday.  Is.  Arrested.

I’ve lived a life that’s full
I’ve traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way

If you have ever driven though a city called Los Angeles, you don’t want to.  You really don’t want to.  Yet, we had to.  And we were stuck for hours, and more hours, and many more hours after that.  It seemed like we would never get out of it.  And we started to wonder if we should just walk back to that Florida place at this point.  It would have been much faster.

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As all good Sheriffs do, I tried my best to keep the peace and keep the calm going in the RV.  Boy Person’s back hurt after about five hours.  Girl Person’s Anxiety Monster starting jumping out of the closets and drawers and from under the dirty dog hair couch.  Deputy Digby Pancake wanted a snack from the stewardess, aka Girl Person, every few minutes, and well, this was proving to be a very long day.  And night.

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

When you are as good looking as I am, it is sometimes overwhelming, because you feel like you missed your calling.  Here I am, with so much handsome, and I am stuck in this RV with not enough people to admire me all day.  And then, as we drove thru LA, I realized it.  I needed to be seen.  I could be a star!  This was the land of movie stars! So I threw down my Sheriff badge, and thought that as long as we were stuck in this traffic, I was going to BE a star.  I was going to do it my way.

Girl Person said that there was no way she would ever live there with that traffic and all those people, and I thought, well, that is because you are not a star.  As a movie star, I wouldn’t even have to drive, I would be driven everywhere.  And as a movie star, I would get as many peanut butter cookies as I wanted every day, and bottled water and gourmet meals.  And then.  It dawned on me.  Hey.  I DO get all of that!  There.  Mystery solved.  I. Am. A. Star. I. Knew. It.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way

Girl Person said that to her, I was a star from the day that I was born, even though she didn’t even know me then.  She said that a star doesn’t have to live in a certain place like Los Angeles with a lot of traffic, fancy houses and fancy cars.  She said that a star can live in the smallest house and have the simplest life.  She said real stars make the world brighter, just by them being in it.  And she said that I am definitely her star.  And Deputy Digby too.

To think I did all that
And may I say – not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way

But Girl Person says that when you are a star, it comes with responsibility.  And for me, being a Sheriff is only the first responsibility.  Being handsome is the second, but that actually comes with the first, because it is a package deal.  If we are to be stars, we have to shine where we can shine the brightest!  We can all make a difference for someone else and light their path.  For me, I made a difference just by people being able to stare at me in traffic.  You. Are. Welcome.

So wherever you can shine bright today, shine.  Even if you aren’t having the most perfect day, and you are stuck somewhere like we were stuck in LA yesterday, you can still find a way to shine.  Be bright.  Do it your way.  Because my way is taken.

For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
Yes, it was my way

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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The Tale Of Digby And The Fickle Flapjack

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Have you ever found yourself somewhere and wondered how in the world that you got there?  Yeah.  We felt like that yesterday.  We thought that we were in California, but then we found ourselves in a Danish town called Solvang.

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And the first place that Digby found?  You guessed it.  A pancake house.

IMG_9859.JPGAs Deputy, it takes a lot of pancakes to keep him going and happy.  And yet, there are never enough.  If you are a pancake anywhere in the same state as Digby, you are not safe.  And as Sheriff, it is my duty to keep everyone safe, even in Solvang.  Especially a fickle flapjack in Solvang, California.  Yes.  A fickle flapjack.

How did we find a fickle flapjack?  You see, in the town of Solvang, the way people talk to each other is in fairy tales. There are many tales to tell, and many things that you may not find in other places because they live in a fairy tale.  Like that fickle flapjack.  Apparently, a gentleman by the name of Hans Christian Andersen has a museum here.  You might recognize some of his work like the Ugly Duckling, The Princess and the Pea and maybe even The Little Mermaid. He loved fairy tales.  And Solvang loves Hans Christian Andersen.

 

If you live here in Solvang, and you are a flapjack, and a Digby Pancake comes to visit your town, you tell all of the other flapjacks, and if you are 2 Traveling Dogs, you find yourself in at the middle of a fairy tale too.

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Thus begins The Tale Of Digby And The Fickle Flapjack

2 dogs traveled far and wide in search of a good meal.  As they happened upon a town of windmills and pancake houses, it appeared to them that their stomachs were about to be satisfied with as many plates of danish pancakes as they wanted.

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They had thought of a good meal for many hours, two in fact. And they were famished.  They were law enforcement dogs, and they needed to keep up their appetites. But as they ordered from the menu, they realized that in fact a pancake house had only pancakes. You see, one of the dogs were not as keen on pancakes as the other, and as he gazed upon his plate of pancakes, which were the only thing that he could order, he began to wonder.  Could these pancakes have feelings?  Did they deserve to be eaten? Did he have the right to tell his Deputy that his empty belly might not be as important as a flapjack’s feelings and right to live in a town of windmills?

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He was a Sheriff.  Wasn’t it his duty to protect flapjacks when they needed to be protected?  He had taken an oath in fact.

So as this Sheriff looked at his pancakes, he forgot that the Deputy had received his plate too, and as he gazed up, he saw that the Deputy’s flapjacks were already gone.  It was too late.  But he could still save his plate of pancakes.  But as he began to explain to Digby that the flapjacks on his plate were not to be eaten that day, because they were visiting a town of fairy tales, the Deputy had already ate three out of four.  And the Sheriff was mad.  The Sheriff was very mad.  He yanked his one flapjack from the table and told Deputy Digby that this flapjack was not to be eaten.  He told Deputy Digby that this flapjack was now going to travel with them.

But what the Sheriff did not know was that this particular flapjack was a fickle one.  He had lived a life of crime in this town for many years.  It was his habit to steal.  This was a fickle flapjack.  And now that he was protected by a Sheriff, he found that his life of crime was very easy to continue.  Every day, he would break into the town’s houses and steal butter to slather all over himself.  But then, he would break into another house and steal syrup to slather all over himself.  He was very fickle. As Sheriff Brickle kept receiving reports of break-ins, he looked at their new traveling companion and saw that he in fact had much butter and much syrup all over himself.  And he got mad for saving him and protecting him.  He now had to protect the town from this fickle flapjack and locked him up. The town felt safe again and people were no longer blaming the flapjacks on their plate at the pancake house for their missing butter and syrup. The Sheriff had saved the town from this fickle flapjack.

But as he went to go check on him one day in jail, he noticed that the fickle flapjack was gone.  He had escaped.  He called the Deputy who rushed in with butter.  And gasp.  Maple syrup on his mouth.   And he had not went to the pancake house that day.  And the Sheriff asked the Deputy where their inmate was and all the Deputy could say was that justice had been served.  And it was delicious.

Thus, the tale of the fickle flapjack was to be told in Solvang for many years. They didn’t even tell the story of the The Princess and the Pea any longer.

And they would, from that day only, only tell The Tale Of Digby Pancake and the Fickle Flapjack.  There is never a choice between butter and syrup.  You have to choose both.  The flapjack should have known that, and for the rest of flapjacks in Solvang, they tell this tale to their little silver dollar pancakes to remind them not to be fickle.  Like the fickle flapjack.  And that is why you find so many danishes now here.  Because.  That’s why.

-The End

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

P.S.  We are back on the road today!  We are headed to somewhere called Temecula, California.  Are you coming with us?  We have no room for fickle flapjacks.

 

FIGments Of Imagination

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  We arrived in Santa Barbara, California yesterday, and wow, was it a long ride.  Not really.  It was only two hours from Arroyo Grande.

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But since the persons decided they wanted to see a few more things before really hitting the road hard next week to that Florida place, it seemed only appropriate that we stop at the world’s biggest fig tree.  Actually, I don’t know when it is ever appropriate to stop at the world’s biggest fig tree.  But everyone should do it. When I saw it, well, I thought maybe it was a FIGment of my imagination!

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The persons told us that probably not many people would go out of their way to see a tree.  But why not?  People will go out of their way to go to stores, or see statues, or even go to museums.  But a tree that is the largest fig tree in the world, on the middle of a busy street, has so many people that drive by it, and never stop to give it the respect it deserves.  What they don’t FIGure out is that your life should never be so busy that you can’t stop to admire a fig tree.

The only way that a fig tree this large could disappoint me would be to not let me pee on it.  I have peed on a tree in all 48 states, and this would have been the absolute dream to mark my spot…FIGuratively speaking of course.  But the fence around it told me that this was not possible.  And as Girl Person talked about the fruit on it, and the cookies that she used to eat when she was little that were soft and chewy and gooey…well, I thought that if I ever could plant a tree other than a pancake tree, this would be it. Soft. Sweet. Gooey. Chewy.  Just. Like. Me.

We are carrying a lot of things back with us to our new house…wherever that is.  Memories and lessons are just some of them. We put all of these things on a shelf like a FIGurine.  Because we have lived the dream.

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We have saved seeds from our favorite fruits and vegetables to plant, we bought a little sequoia tree, and we made a bird feeder. These things all need a home now as much as we do.  But just like this fig tree was transplanted and moved in order to reach its full potential, that has been where our paths and our journey have led us too.  Every single stop, and every single state on this trip has prepared us for our destination.  We feel like  home is a destination, just like the fig tree should be in Santa Barbara, California.  Things worth stopping for and appreciating in our lives may not things on a tourist map, or that you have to pay for.  And finding a house may seem like something ordinary too…to most people.  But I can tell you this.  For us, this is probably the most exciting part of our journey.  And the most scary.  Because it feels like it will never happen.  Is a house just a FIGment of our imagination?  The fig tree showed us we can do it. Why? If a fig tree can be moved, uprooted, and grow into the world’s largest fig tree ever, maybe our life will be the best ever.  We have to keep watering our hopes and Girl Person says we might even need to put a fence around it to keep focused.  Because we can do this!

This fig tree, even though it is over 100 years old, still has fruit, is still beautiful, and continues to grow.  It also still keeps growing fig cakes.

At least my fig tree will.  FIGments of imagination?  I think not. Sweet.  Chewy.  Gooey.  Where I plant my fig tree by my pancake tree will be the best place ever. Now, we just need to find it.  Thank you fig tree.  Thank you for being there when people decide that you are important enough to visit.  You are the biggest, the largest, the prettiest fig tree in the whole wide world. The important things in our lives will always be there for us too.  When we are ready to appreciate them.  Make the time.  Life is sweet.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Please Stay On The Trail

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. I am a dog of few words unless it is about pancakes. And I am a dog of many words if it is about pancakes. And it is always about pancakes, so I suppose I am a normal, barking dog of just enough words.

Who cares about the clouds when we’re together?
Just sing a song, and bring the sunny weather.

Today, we are headed out of camp to another spot in this California place. Girl Person and Boy Person figure that since we are here, we might as well see just a few more things they want to see before they head out.

Girl Person says that spending the last year and a half rushing around has made her realize that there is pretty much nothing to rush around for. She says life is going to happen, no matter what you do. Whether you rush to get there or take your time is your choice. And I think you know my choice. Since the roads back to that Florida place aren’t going anywhere, we aren’t staying on the trail. In fact, we keep getting off of it.

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So we are going to another wine region…surprise, surprise. And then, for years, Girl Person has talked about something called a french fry burrito that is in somewhere called San Diego. In case you didn’t know, french fries to Girl Person are like pancakes to me. Peanut butter cookies to Brickle. Nachos to Boy Person. And french fries are a valid excuse to spend our last days in California. Enjoying something we all love. I can love french fries too. I know it. Can you put maple syrup on them?

If you had to choose which one of us out of Brickle and I sticks to the trail, I suppose you would probably guess it would be me.

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Actually, I know you wouldn’t pick me. I just tried to throw you off. The trail. Yes, truth be told, I never want to stay on any trail. I never want to stay on any road. And I never want to go in the direction that I am told to go in. I will go the opposite. That is my trail, in fact. And you know what? The older I get, the less I care about what direction I am told to go in. I have earned these foxhound strides to go where I please, much to the distress of Girl Person lately and her hurt arm. Guess all those years of pulling her off mountains, down mountains and off trails have taken their toll. But if she would just let me go in what direction I want to go in, it would be a lot easier. But just for a second, because then I would go the opposite way.

Some trails are happy ones,
Others are blue

Girl Person says that perhaps I should have had a job as a trailblazer. I don’t know what that is, but if it entails blazing trails by peeing on Brickle’s head, I have that covered. She says that is not what it means, but that it would be discovering new trails. Well, in my opinion, because I am a dog of just enough words, and they have about run out today, I am the best trailblazer in my own way! Trails to me are only one path you can go. There are so many others around it and off of it, still waiting to be discovered. If we only stick to one path, and don’t go down the ones we want to explore, how will we know if we like it? How will we know if our true destination is the opposite way we are going? Only if we try to go down that path. We can always turn around.

And so, if you have stayed on the trail for too long, it isn’t too late to go down another. There is still enough daylight left. Get off the trail.

It’s the way you ride the trail that counts,
Here’s a happy one for you.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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What Did You Do With The Time In-Between?

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. On a day when many persons don’t have to work, it only seems appropriate that I don’t work. Any excuse in my book to not work alleviates some of the work out of making an excuse. And I like that.

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This has been a week for us of catching up at camp. We have been catching up on some rest, catching up on work for the persons at least, and catching up on eating good food so that we are feeling pretty good to start the long trek back to that Florida place.

And we haven’t been complaining, because that in itself would be work. And I am off of work. Remember my excuse? It was kind of a lot of work to remind you.

Everybody needs a second chance, oh

There are a lot of things that persons do that make no sense to me. Work. But also, work. It seems like they go around in circles all week to sit in one place for the weekend. Or they wait to have fun till the weekend, like it has to be scheduled or something. And isn’t that already work?

I do hear that work makes pancakes possible and peanut butter cookies too. So I get the point. But can’t a little weekend time be squeezed into every day? Isn’t the in-between time the most time?

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And I think that you can do it. I sense that you need to make some changes. And I am here to tell you that it is time.

You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go

You know how you feel today when you have no work and are enjoying life? How much of that feeling can you put into even the days that you work? For us dogs, naps are squeezed in, playtime, eating and you know the drill. We schedule accordingly to fit it all in. And we have this mastered, although humans are called masters, and that is not correct.

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We have learned a lot during our time on the road. One thing we have learned is that schedules are meant to be broken. Even if you don’t mean to break them, something will break to alter your plans. But at the end of the day, if you can sit on your couch hopefully with the ones you love, and know that they are there with you, it makes whatever happened that day unimportant. The end of the day is going to come no matter what. The weekend is going to come no matter what. But what did you do with the time between?

Everyone’s watching, to see what you will do
Everyone’s looking at you, oh
Everyone’s wondering, will you come out tonight
Everyone’s trying to get it right, get it right

Sometimes, Girl Person thinks of all the time she spent away from me and the Sheriff. She always promised us that one day she would be a stay at home dog mom. And although she still works hard, and makes less money, she is more happier for it. We can’t afford all of the things that we want. But who needs the things? Waste not, want not, Sheriff Brickle says. Who needs the things that you work 24 hours a day for to sit around the things on the weekend because you are too tired to enjoy them?

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Days are days. Calendars are calendars. The birds don’t know what day it is. The ants don’t know what day it is. And they don’t need to. Because they make the most of their days no matter what a calendar says. They are thankful every day.  They live life every day. If we chose to live like that, and not as we are expected to, or told to, how much happier, thankful and grateful would we be?

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For one thing, I am expected not to eat so much horse poop that I puke all over the RV, but I sometimes do that. Sheriff Brickle is expected not to growl at screaming children running thru our campsite at all hours of the day, and especially one named Spence. But he does it. And sometimes, doing what you are not expected to do is funner. Don’t you agree?

So throw away those expectations, dates and too much work.

Everybody’s working for the weekend
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody’s goin’ off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh

For us to truly appreciate all that we have been given and all that we have, we have to know what life is truly about, and who makes our life worth living. So if you are only working for the weekend to rest, maybe you need to make some changes. If you are only working to sit down and rest, what can you change to take better care of yourself, and your furkids? We only have so much time according to the calendars. Do you know what day it is? A day to live like tomorrow. A day that should have been lived yesterday. Today.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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