The Tale Of Tod The Toad Who Wanted A Burger

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Make no mistake. I love pancakes.  I love lots of pancakes.  I love when pancakes have baby pancakes.  That’s when they’re in my stomach.  I love my pancake belly.  But I do understand that there are others who love other food just as much.  I am totally ok with that, because that just means I get more pancakes to myself.  I also don’t argue about why pancakes are the best thing in the world.  Because I am too busy taking care of my baby pancakes.  In my belly.


I meet all kinds at camp.  And everyone is just a little different when it comes to what they like to cook on the grill.  If you have never had a pancake on the grill, you are really missing out, but don’t do that so that I have more pancakes.  Some like to cook steaks and burgers and maybe some like to cook vegetables like our persons do.  But I would have never expected a toad named Tod to wonder into our campsite and request a burger.  When obviously, my culinary degree is based on the flat, sweet bread of Digbyland.  That’s my belly.

So there Tod the Toad was on a Friday afternoon.  We had to move campsites, literally one campsite over.  Obviously, persons aren’t big on making sense, and so we have gotten used to the picking up everything, and moving everything, and setting up camp just a few feet away.  But as we were picking up one of our rugs, we saw him.  A toad named Tod who had either been out too late with his boys, or maybe he was just under the weather.  But he was under the rug, actually.  So Boy Person tried to coax him to move into the woods just a little bit faster, and we saw it.  One of his legs wasn’t working right.  Tod the Toad was hurt.


Now, I am not one to panic, I am one to wonder how late this is going to make my breakfast though.  Sheriff Brickle surmised that this toad was not one of the harmful, Florida toads that we have to look out for.  No, he was just a Tod the Toad doing Tod the Toad things on a Friday under a rug.  Trying to rest. Or he just had a lot of time on his hands.

And so we were disturbing him.  The persons tried to think of what to do.  Should they call a vet or a rescue?  Should they keep Tod and make him a traveling toad?  Or should they see if he could rest?  So they got a little box, sat him on the ground with a little water, and let him sleep it off while we moved campsites.

But Tod, the whole time was hungry.  He had smelled all of the cooking out at camp.  And he really wanted to go grab a bite to eat, but all he could do was hobble.  Hobble some more.  Fall on his belly.  And then hobble again.  I had a brilliant idea.

It’s not often I get brilliant ideas because I have too many things to do every day like sleep and worry about my babies in my belly.  But this was a no brainer.  Tod the Toad was hungry.  He hobbled.  I wanted to keep my pancakes.  And I remembered.  I remembered.  A few weeks ago, my favorite restaurant changed its name.

And this.  This was where Tod the Toad needed to grab a bite to eat.  This was his restaurant now….he could hobble right over to it.  IHob.

I was pretty upset when my restaurant changed its name.  But maybe, I was seeing after all, was that someone named Tod needed it more. I was hoping really hard that we didn’t have to have a traveling toad, to be honest with you.  I don’t like being hopped on in the middle of the night.  I don’t like being in competition that when I pee on something that a toad peed on it first.  But above all though, I just wanted his hobble to turn into a hop.  And as we set up our last chair at camp, the persons turned around, and all that remained in Tod the Toad’s box were memories.  Memories of a hungry toad named Tod who got to sleep it off and go where he wanted to all along.  To grab a burger.  And not my pancakes.  I was happy.  I was happy for Tod the Toad and the babies in my belly, and everyone.

It never surprises me when the persons try to help an animal that may be hurt.  But what always surprises me is that it always has to affect my mealtimes.  Yet, Tod the Toad?  I have something to say to you.  Even if you can’t hop as well as you used to, or you always have a little hobble, that doesn’t matter at IHob. Your burger will taste just as good.  Life is what we make of it, even if it doesn’t turn out perfect.  Life is about embracing our imperfections and realizing that maybe those imperfections will make us hobble down a path that was better after all.  We will miss you Tod the Toad.  Thank you for allowing us to try and help you.  You were just the best toad a toad could be.  But your belly needs a few more burgers to catch up to my pancake one.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Somewhere Out There

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. And guess what? Or as Girl Person says, “guess what, chicken butt?”. We found a campsite near Sedona, which is very good news. And that my friends is putting it lightly. Kinda like when I arrest you. I only say three words, and I say it lightly, but it is heavy. Dern heavy. And finding a campsite? Dern heavy. Dern hard.  Dern impossible. But we did it.  We knew there was a campsite out there!  Somewhere!

It goes without saying, but I will say it anyway, because that is what I do, that being nice gets you further than being not nice. Now. You may think to yourself. Self? When has Sheriff Brickle ever been nice? Well, first of all, You. Are. Arrested. Second of all, a Sheriff has to pretend like he is not nice to be able to arrest. And that is where my Deputy comes in. Deputy Digby can’t be anything but nice which is why he is a Deputy.


He provides my “nice backup” when the mean is overwhelming, just like my handsome. I have to be me.  I have to be a Sheriff to get things done.  That doesn’t mean though that I don’t see the need for being polite.  That doesn’t mean I don’t see the need for being kind. And that does mean I see the need to remind you.

Because when the persons were trying to find a campsite, they weren’t treated so nice.  They weren’t treated so kind.  True, sometimes, things just don’t go our way, or we sincerely can’t help someone like we want to.  But. This experience made them think.  Were they treating others how they wished to be treated all the time?  It’s easy to be nice to people with fur and four paws.  But were they being as nice as they could to others without fur?  Their answer was no.  They could do better.  And I agree with that.  I could get more peanut butter cookies in my allowance.


We all have things that we have to do everyday or that stress us out.  And we have to say that we are tired on the road.  We have saw the good in people, and the bad.  But if you stop and see that person who is in front of you and really think, you may have a little more tolerance and be more kind.  Because that person is someone’s kid.  That person could be someone’s parent, or aunt or uncle.  You don’t know what they have gone through in their life, or what has made them who they are.  It sounds simple as a dog, and I don’t know why persons can’t get it…but can ya just be nice? Someone…somewhere out there deserves for you to be kind to them today.  And for you to make a difference, and a start.  And an example.

Arizona?  You have taught us so far that the desert has its own beauty. But you better carry a lot of water to see its beauty.


You have taught us that the rattlesnakes here like to steal all the campsites as Digby explained yesterday. And you have taught us that we have a lot more to see of you.  We have arrived in Sedona, and we plan to have a great time here the next few days because some nice people reserved a campsite for us, even though they were full.  We get to visit a rescue called Golden Bones Rescue and Rehab who not only rescue animals, but rehabilitate them like Scamp here who will be with them forever.


So as you can see, this is a very different type of rescue.  A kind rescue. And we can’t wait to meet them on their farm.  Unfortunately, Scamp was recently diagnosed with pancreatitis and diabetes and will require extra attention and ongoing medical care and donations to stay happy and healthy.  How very kind the persons are in Arizona who have taken it upon themselves to make a difference.  And since their name is Golden Bones, do you think maybe they have some peanut butter bones for me?

As Sheriff, you know that I always like to elaborate.  I mean, look at me.  My stripes and brindle beauty go on forever, and so does the depth of my knowledge.  Trying to find a campsite reminded the persons that kindness needed to be exercised more in the world.  The simple facts are often the hardest to remember and to put into action.  But if we all try, maybe kindness will return to us too.  Someone…somewhere out there today is loving you today too. It might be me, but more than likely Digby.

Are you ready for us Sedona?  Let’s. Do. This!

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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