The Stroller

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. I’m not bothered by a lot, except lately, the danger of having less pancakes. Can everyone stop buying the flour and maple syrup please?

Some persons seem to be pretty upset that they have to stay home. We are here for you. Us dogs will take on the responsibility of making you feel much better. It’s what we have trained for.

But is it more work for us? Sure is! And I find myself trying to relieve stress too.

At first I tried to release stress by eating more. Obviously, that is always my first plan of action. But Girl Person says that we have to be careful on supplies to make sure they last and to also make sure everyone else has enough. She said that in this case, I should find another way to chill out. I thought maybe I should work out. Then I stopped thinking that.

So I looked around. There’s not much to do on a farm if you’re me. I can’t ride a tractor.

I haven’t figured out how to plant pancake seeds. I’m not a farmer!

I don’t know how to milk a cow and even if I could, the persons are vegan, and I’m not sure if they would let me.

But, the good thing is, there is a campground here at the farm. And I suppose since none of the little persons can be at school, they are all here. And making a lot of noise. I’m not sure why they had to show up on our turf.

And making Sheriff Brickle irritable. Ok. More irritable.

So a Deputy has to do what a Deputy has to do. And I’ve got to limit the noise for the Sheriff. I had to get to the bottom of it.

Where was all this noise coming from?! It seemed to be coming from these contraptions on wheels carrying the little people. The big people push them around and everyone talks real loud at each other.

I just kept hearing “don’t touch that”. “Stop”. “Do you want to get a punishment?” “Are you hungry?” “Do you need to take a nap?” You get the picture.

So I decided as long as the noise level was at an elevated status, I should raise my decibels higher. And I decided for once that I needed to be more thorough. So instead of just barking and howling at the strollers that made noise, I decided to bark at all strollers. Louder with each passing one.

It was a tough job to be louder. But if anyone can do that job, it’s me. And no one else can do it better.

Sheriff Brickle was impressed. Because the louder I barked, the more that word got around to all the stroller monsters. And eventually, I guess our perimeter became the no stroller zone. And there was no one to complain to. Because the Sheriff was impressed.

As Deputy, I’ve seen so much to bark at. Persons that carry things make me bark. Persons riding golf carts make me bark. The garbage truck monster. The weed eater monster. But in these times of serious trouble for persons, I hope that perhaps part of my job will be to make you laugh. And if you don’t laugh, I hear being scared by a foxhound howling at random will make you forget your problems. And probably you’ll forget your name too.

Right now, the world needs dogs. Dogs to make you forget that our lives have changed in just a short period of time. So use your time wisely. Laugh. Love. Bark at strollers. Whatever you need to do.

Deputy Digby Pancake

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The Lesson Of The Beach Ball

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  After this week, you learn that you never have life all figured out.  Life has a way of throwing curve balls.  But in our case this week, it threw us a beach ball.


Walking on the beach at night has been one of our favorite things to do here in this Florida place.  It is a time of day where we can talk to each other, think about life and listen to the waves.  It is also a time of day where Sheriff Brickle can throw tantrums on the beach because he doesn’t want to leave, I can look for dead fish to roll on, and Girl Person can look for shark teeth…which by the way…she has not found.  Perhaps it is because we don’t let her stay still for too long.


We have our usual routine.  Walk a mile to the beach, jump in the water if Brickle decides he doesn’t care about his hair that day, and then we sit and ponder life and how we got here.  Actually, I just try to get a back rub and eat refreshments.  But last night, as we were walking, we saw it.  A beach ball.  It was like magic…just sitting there, waiting for us to find it.

As Girl Person picked it up so that it didn’t get washed into the ocean, she noticed that this was no ordinary beach ball.  This beach ball. Well.  It was asking us questions.  A lot.  Of questions.


Now, I have never had a beach ball ask me anything directly.  But this beach ball didn’t have just one question.  It had many.  This ball was on fire.

I don’t have a lot of answers in life.  In fact, it doesn’t bother me that I don’t, because no one seems to have answers. Even if they think that they do, the answers can change tomorrow. But the questions on this beach ball made us stop.  Because these were important questions.


These questions were worth thinking about, if only a day.  And we hope that you will play along too.


The first question was “where do you come from?”.  I come from a pancake belly, I assume.  But secondly, I came from the galaxy of pancakes.  Thirdly, I suppose, Fernandina Beach, Florida Animal Shelter.  Last, I come from the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV and have made quite a few stops in between.  Sheriff Brickle says that he came from obviously two handsome parents, a world that allows his handsome to grow daily, and from the Dothan Humane Society in Alabama. Then, with a lot of trips in between, the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  Girl Person says that this question is one that a lot of people like to answer.  She says it is fun to talk about where we came from.  But it’s more important to know where we are going.


The second question was “Whats your favorite activity?”.  Seriously.  Who wrote these questions? The answer is always pancakes, dinner and eggies, hiking in the woods, naps and repeat.  Sheriff Brickle’s favorite activity? I don’t even need to tell you what he said, but I will.  Looking at himself in the mirror.  Obviously. He watched himself answer that question in the mirror.


“What time do you wake up?”.  Uh, whenever I want to.  And what time of day when I am asleep is this question referring to? The morning, the nap after breakfast, the nap after lunch, the nap after dinner or the nap before each nap?  Sheriff Brickle always sleeps with one eye open.  So his answer is never.  Because he never is asleep.


Now, the third question, “how do you spend your free time” was to me, the most important one of all.  You see, I believe that all of our time should be free time.  No matter what we are doing during the day, we chose to do that. Our free time of doing what makes us happy should be far greater than time that does not.

It may have seemed silly to some, us sitting on the beach with a ball that had questions and answering them.  But what is sillier?  Not ever thinking about the simple things in life?  We may never know who wrote these questions, but we have to thank them.  Because, if for but a moment, even Girl Person remembered who she was and what she liked before all of the responsibilities and trials of life.  Life is hard, but it is only because people make it so.  Underneath whatever uniform you have on today, you have a favorite food, a favorite activity, and you came from somewhere.  The lesson of the beach ball is to always keep asking yourself questions so that you remember who you are.  Because who you are is something magical.  Like the beach ball.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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