Turn Your Love Around, Scarlet Pimpernel

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  They say you can’t go home again.  I have heard that.  I have said that.  There is not too many things that I haven’t said in these blogs the last eight years.  But one thing is for sure…wherever home is, you can go there.  But there may be someone else that calls it home too.  And they may have never left.  And well, they may think that they own the place.


Here we are, parked back at site 166 in Jacksonville, Florida.  And there he is.  He never left site 166.  He wondered why we were gone for six months.  And he is making up for lost time.  Scarlet Pimpernel?  When we pulled in and you made your presence known, there was never a time I was glad to see an old friend so much.

But day after day, and morning after morning, well, you made it your goal to tell us that this was your house.  Site 166.


You punch a time clock at 7 a.m.  Rain, sunshiney or wind doesn’t dictate your persistence.  You love yourself.  You love your reflection.  But obviously, you think that there isn’t room in this site for everyone. At least you go to sleep at night…

Let me preface the following by saying that you are a good-looking bird.  I am a very good looking dog.

And you would think that site 166 would not have room for all this handsome.  In fact, it barely has room for the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  But perhaps you should look at this situation a little bit different.  Your love is apparent.  But Scarlet Pimpernel? It is time to turn your love around.

We have agonized over the situation.  Are you enjoying yourself by attacking the RV? Do you have fun chasing away other birds from your lady friend?  Are you happy we are here so that it give you something to do?  Does our presence make you feel even better about yourself, your beauty and your mysterious ways?

After almost two weeks now of trying to figure out this mystery, we have come to a conclusion.  This is the way it is.  You are you.  This is the way you want it.  And we are happy to be a part of what you consider family.  Sure, family can irritate you sometimes, but you are always glad they are there.  And the truth is, now, you are family.  Nothing you do will change my love for you, just like nothing you can do will change the love you have for yourself.

Many would not believe that a red bird like the Scarlet Pimpernel would remember us.  Many would not believe that month after month, he would wait for us in site 166.  Many would not believe that Digby and I accept his presence and don’t even bark at him because we know he belongs here.  But it is true.


Sometimes, it’s the moment that persons recognize that all animals are individuals that gives them the most pause in life.


If that is true, and each animal matters, it gives you more responsibility to take account of your actions.  We are sorry to break the news to you if you have been trying to ignore the obvious.  The Scarlet Pimpernel is here to tell you that he has personality.  He has a love for life.  And he has a love for attacking the RV.  He refuses to turn that love around.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Let Me Show You A Few Things

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  You know…it’s not often that I get invited to anything.  I mean, where would someone send an invitation to?  I don’t even know where we are half the time or all of the time in this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV. 


Plus, when you get invited to something, that means you have to RSVPee and I am not sure where I can buy a stamp for that kind of mail.

So when we were invited to go to a big, big, big, big, house today, Girl Person asked me and Sheriff Brickle if we would like to go.  My first question was of course if this place had big, big, big, big pancakes. And my second question was if I had to dress up for this occasion.  I am not a tie kind of man, or a pants kind of man.  So this was a very important part of the invite.  

Girl Person explained that although I did not have to wear pants, I did have to prepare for our visit.  She said that this was a house that a lot of people go to and enjoy.  She said it was probably the biggest house we would ever see.  And she said that if I RSVPeed on anything that we probably would not get another invitation.  To anywhere.  Ever.

Well, I thought about it yesterday and I decided if I didn’t have to put on pants, it would give me more time to get ready.  I talked to Sheriff Brickle about it.  And he said that if we were on our best behavior today, that maybe, just maybe, they would let us park the Big Blue Treat Wagon in there.  And that would solve a lot of problems! We wouldn’t have to look for a house anymore.  We wouldn’t have to worry if we would keep traveling.  You see, we could park it in there, have the biggest pancakes in the biggest house ever, and when we wanted to go somewhere else, we could pull right out of there and then come back.  So Sheriff Brickle and I decided.  We would do this.  We would show the Biltmore what we were all about.  And so we started practicing our best behavior.  We started practicing our tricks that we know like sit.  And sit there.  And sit over there.  And Brickle knows how to lift his paw precisely two inches off the ground.  I realized that we were pretty talented and that the Biltmore today will be impressed and that our practicing is going to pay off.

Girl Person said that although the Biltmore was going to be pretty today, and that we should be pretty thrilled we were invited to go there, dogs could not go inside.  Well, exactly.  If you let us park this RV in there, problem solved for everyone.  I am going to give it my best shot. With no pants.

I know we have traveled to a lot of places.  But every place teaches me something different.  Just like there are occasions to wear pants, there are occasions to focus instead on what is in your pockets in those pants you are wearing.

No, you don’t have to have as much money as the persons who built the Biltmore.  But you can still fill your pockets and jingle what you have, and share it with others. The Biltmore decided to share it with me and Brickle by being dog friendly.  And we think that is a pretty pawsome thing to do.  But my guess is that Biltmore is not ready for me to show them a few things.  They have never had a Digby Pancake visit.  Or a Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  This. Is. Going. To. Be. Fun!  Even better without pants.  But don’t do that.

img_0334Even though I am excited about going, and the Biltmore may be a beautiful house, our RV is pretty beautiful too.  They say a house is not a home without a dog.  Well, Biltmore?  How about two?  And one RV?  It’s not that big…

-Deputy Digby Pancake

Don’t miss our day at the Biltmore!  Check our Facebook page today to see if two dogs without pants can get a pass to park the RV in there.  And then, RSVPee to our blog tomorrow!  Don’t miss it!