The Lab Report Says I’m Not.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Someone once told me, “you do you”. He said that to me after I ate an old fried chicken drumstick at the beach.  Guess he didn’t want it.  His loss.  I “did me” for sure. But one thing is for certain.  I am real good at being me.  No one else does it as well.

You see, ya can’t please everyone, so ya got to please yourself.

But often, I am a victim of mistaken identity.  You have no idea how many times people call me a lab.  A labrador retriever.


I hear that is a certain breed of dogs, although I think just being a dog is sufficient enough of a title.  And yet, the persons like to label everything.  Even the ingredients on Peanut Butter Brickle’s peanut butter jar.  While that might be necessary so that he can know the calories and maintain his figure, labels to me are as useless as someone not eating a piece of old fried chicken.


I walk on the beach.  Someone will tell Girl Person, “cute lab.  What is your other dog?” Yeah, no one can ever tell what breed they want to make the Sheriff.

img_4549 And then someone will say, “hey, how old is your lab?”.  First of all, how old are you? Second of all, I bet I am younger.  Third of all, newsflash everyone.  The lab report is in.  And I am not a lab.  I am me.  I am Deputy Digby Pancake.  Dog first.  Rescue dog second.  Some may like to label me a foxhound.  I have something to say about that.

You see, it might be fun to guess where we came from.  But when that is all that we can focus on, how much do we forget that we are all individuals? Yes, your dog is an individual too.  I heard that labs are supposed to love water.  But Girl Person said that her past furkid kid was a lab and hated the water.  I heard that foxhounds like me are supposed to like hunting and not be afraid of shots or loud noises.  I hate all of that.


How would you feel if someone tried to label you all the time and expect things of you that you were not?  I might look like a lab, but I am not.  What I am is a hunk of smooshy love with obvious stinkiness attached.  So don’t let others decide what or who you are.  Be yourself, be the best self that you can be.  But if you are judged by what you look like, remember this.  You are worth more than that.  Don’t let them bring you down.  Continue to be all that you are.

You know I love ya.  But I want you to know that if we expect others to accept us and love us without labels, we have to do the same for them.  I’ll eat an old turkey leg in the sand too.  Doesn’t have to be chicken, y’all.


We are all stars, we don’t need any labels.  Labels make it appear that one of us is better than another or one breed is better than another.  The truth is there is nothing ordinary about any of us.  We are all special.  Don’t ever let anyone label that.

I am no better and neither are you
We are the same whatever we do

-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.


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.


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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