This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Have you ever had one of those days where you wonder…what in the world was that all about? And then you ask yourself that, and there is no explanation. At all. So you just plop down and eat pancakes. Ok, maybe that’s just me.
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
But seriously folks. Some. Days. We woke up yesterday and thought it was going to be just a normal day. Well, no day for us is normal anymore. But those days that we can stay at the Big Blue Treat Wagon and get caught up on rest is few and far between. So even though the persons had a lot to do, (because their “rest” includes laundry and groceries), there was nothing pressing except my cravings for a grilled cheese sandwich. Pressed. With ham.
As you know, we have been parked in the desert for a few days now with no electric or water.
After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead
We planned to leave this area yesterday, but then we found a very small rescue that needed our help today called Color Country Animal Welfare in Torrey, Utah who work to help animals here in an expansive area! More expansive than my belly. And we can’t wait to find out more and share with you.
So we stayed. But that meant we had to go get food. We had to go do laundry. And we had to find out who in world had decided to hitch a ride. We heard chewing. We heard biting. And you guessed it. We have another visitor. Welcome back, mouse. Or mouse’s mother. Or mouse’s father. Or mouse’s cousin.
Now. You may remember the mouse that we picked up in Indiana and dropped off in Illinois. Ummm….remember? If mice want to travel that bad, seriously though…they need to get their own website. This one is enough work. And I didn’t see that you left your resume. The Sheriff didn’t ask for one as a matter of fact. What do you think this is around here? A free ride?
I can tell you that as Deputy to the most demanding Sheriff around, that is not the case. The case is you, mouse. We are on it. And we will get you out of here before we leave this desert. Now. We mean no harm, you are free to roam the desert here. If you want to…but I would not after seeing this on our walk. Is this the horse with no name? I’m scared.
It’s true. You can’t feel safe in your own home.
We’ve got a mouse up in here, or five. We have bones in the sand outside our door. And the desert really tried to wear on us yesterday with the storms and scaring us with horses and no names.
I guess normal people don’t park in the middle of a desert for days to visit an animal rescue. But we have never been normal. Do you still want to stay mouse? Yeah, well, ABC News featured us yesterday too. Again. What a day. It made no sense. Who gets to be on the news when they are parked in a desert with a mouse hitchhiker and a murder scene out your door? I. Just. Don’t. Know. Does the horse with no name know?
It seems to me that the next few days are probably going to be a bit interesting. We have to figure out how to get this hitchhiker out alive. We have to figure out where we are going next in Utah Wednesday, because we have to start making our way to Idaho. I need some hash browns. To go with my grilled cheese sandwich and pancakes, and I hear that you can help me with that, Idaho. Question. Do you have room for a mouse? I don’t think he is leaving any time soon.
I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
-Deputy Digby Pancake
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