The Strong Mountain Lion


This is Digby Pancake. I feel very thankful to write the blog to you today. It was a very rough weekend. The roughest I have had in a very long time. And because I was feeling so awful, the persons had a very rough weekend too.

Even Peanut Butter Brickle, my best friend and brother had it rough. No one cares as much as my brother.


I woke up from a dream on Saturday very quickly because I was in so much pain. I didn’t know if the pain would go away and it scared me. The persons did all they could, Brickle let me be, and everyone laid with me on the floor all day. Yes. It was a very long day.


The persons cried and yet tried to be positive. I didn’t know how to tell them I was trying my hardest to get better. Because they told me there were many, many persons from many, many different places sending love to me. And that made me feel happy, even though I was hurting. And I kept thinking of something that happened from the night before at camp.


The night before I got sick, Girl Person was taking Brickle and me for our nightly walk around camp. It was dark and late. But there were still some persons sitting outside by their campfire. One of the persons seemed startled. Very startled, indeed. She almost fell out of her chair, stood up, and exclaimed she saw a mountain lion!


Yes. She thought she saw a mountain lion in this Georgia place.


Now. I’m no Johnny Carson. But I do know a mountain lion when I see one.


I’m used to little persons thinking that Brickle is a tiger. Mostly because they yell, Tiger! Or they yell, Lion! So we all just assumed that the case of mistaken identity was aimed at Brickle. I’m no Steve Irwin, but I know a dog from a tiger. I know a dog from a lion.


We laughed and told the startled camper person with a glass or five of wine that we weren’t scary. In fact, we were just taking a walk. Like dogs. Because we were dogs. We are dogs too. 

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The next day, the startled camper person and her friends decided to visit us and ask about our travels. That’s when we all laughed again at the mistaken identity of the mountain lion. That’s when she looked at me and told us I had looked like a mountain lion in the dark. It was me! It was me she thought was a mountain lion! Not Brickle.


Was I strong? Strong like a mountain lion? I didn’t think so. My middle name is Pancake. Yet, it made me feel good. Real good. Real regal. Like my brother the tiger. And so the next day when I got sick, and I was trying to take my mind off of my pain, I thought of that moment. That moment that someone thought I was a mountain lion. I could be strong. I could get thru this. And by the end of the day? I did get thru it.

I made it thru again with not only my strength, but with all of the encouragement. I. Did. It. Have you ever had to find strength deep down inside to make it thru a day or a problem? Have you wondered how you would do it? But you do it!


And to others, even though you may not feel like it, you are a strong mountain lion. Like me. Thank you. Thank you.

Digby Pancake

We will be in this Georgia place till Thursday for Digby to rest. And then? We are headed to a campground we have always wanted to visit in North Carolina. Stay tuned!

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The Long Walk

This is Digby Pancake. Some days, things go so easy! You wake up, you have goals, you get things done. Ok. That’s not me. That’s Brickle.

But other days, things seem impossible. Girl Person says that every day when she wakes up, she thinks of what she has to do. And more times than not, she tells herself she can’t possibly do it. She’s tells herself that before she even tries. And she finds a million excuses why she can’t do those things. If excuses were valuable, we would be millionaires.

I didn’t understand how she felt until yesterday. We were tired from our travels the day before. But I was pushing myself on our walk. I wasn’t sure where we were walking to. But Girl Person said there was water. And I was happy about that. But I also would have been happy about my bed.

But before we got to the water’s edge, we had to go thru a tunnel. Girl Person called it a covered bridge. The longest covered bridge in this Georgia place, she said.

I would have rather covered my eyes. It was dark in there. Long. Never ending. Plus, you could see thru the floor in parts. I took one step inside. Brickle took a step. And we looked at each other. We didn’t really want to do it. But we decided that the promise of a cool swim would be worth it.

It was a long walk. A very long walk. I didn’t want it to be that long, but it was. It took all my willpower to not turn around.

It helped that Brickle was there with me. But when we both saw a car that was about to come in the bridge with us, I froze. It seemed like my decision was a hasty one.

But as Girl Person told us that the car was going to wait for us, I trusted her. The car stopped. I picked up my pace. I felt good that everyone was being patient and kind. And the long walk ended up feeling a lot shorter. And the water felt extra good. Extra good!

We may have a long walk of sorts some days. And maybe it’s someone else who is needing encouragement on their long walk. Can we be patient and help each other? Sometimes, that’s the only way to get to our destination.

Every place we visit teaches us something about ourselves. Every place teaches us about a weakness we may have, or even a strength that we didn’t know we had.

So take that long walk. And if you need to hold my paw, I’m here.

Digby Pancake