Gonna Take Some Time To Do The Things

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Well, today is the day where we get back on the road.  We are saying goodbye to Charleston, South Carolina and saying hello to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.  Yes, looks like our travel is getting shorter in-between destinations.  But who is on a rush on this No Path Path?  Not us!

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It’s not often that we slow down to enjoy the view or do the things that we truly want to. Because those things called obligations seem to get in the way.  I hear that word a lot from persons.  They have an obligation to go to work or to take a bath.  That does not sound like any fun at all.  I say that if you have to have obligations, that you take care of those obligations in a fun way!  You know, kinda like we rescued Jax from the beach in that Jacksonville, Florida place and now we have an obligation to take care of him.  Well, it is an obligation.  But I can tell you that we are making it fun. Why wouldn’t we? Although I wish he would consider it an obligation to make me some pancakes.  Does anyone want to get him a cookbook?  He seems to have a lot of time on his cotton paws.

Time is also an obligation in my book if I had one to read, but I can’t read.  But if I could, time would be listed as an obligation.  Because, eventually, if y’all don’t slow down, those other obligations are going to make you too tired to enjoy the things that you want to.  Enjoying life’s sweet things like pancakes takes time away from things that aren’t so important or sweet.  Yes, I am gonna tell you that.  Time is not going to magically appear in front of you to make room for the good things.

So my question for you today on this Monday is what do you wish that you had more time to do?

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Read a book?  Bake a cake? That sounds good.  Do you wish you had more time to travel?  We hear that all the time.  Some things we may not be able to do exactly in the way we want to.  Like maybe you want to go to Tahiti or Africa or wherever but you can’t afford it.  But can you afford a weekend trip to the beach? If you can’t swing that, can you read about a place you want to visit or watch a show about it? With a little imagination, we can go anywhere we want.  I go to IHop every day without leaving my bed.

If you want more time to spend with family, but you can’t get off work, can you call them?  If you want to change your job, get up the courage to do it!  If you want to foster or adopt a furkid that needs you…can you?  I could go on and on.  When things speak to our heart to “do the things”, does it motivate you to do them? Or do you just waste time wishing?

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Time changes us.  That’s for sure.  Look at my belly. But our obligation is to be happy, first of all.  We can’t make anyone else happy unless we are. Like Sheriff Brickle who is only happy when he is arresting someone, when do you feel the best?  Think about the past. When was the time of your life? You may wish that you could change time, and make it stop.  But time has a way of repeating itself in different ways. And if we are happy no matter where in the stream of time we are, that will keep repeating. Hurry.  It’s waiting there for you.

So today, we thank Charleston, South Carolina for our time here.  Because we were on the rain’s clock, we weren’t as rushed. But there is something to be said about a slow, Southern drawl.  We will be back now…ya hear?

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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Sabotage

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Leave it to me to find out the source of all of our problems the last few days.  Many may think that a Deputy only sleeps on the job.  Or that a Deputy has only pancakes on his mind.  But leave me to my thoughts in a hot Big Blue Treat Wagon RV without any air, because everything is self destructing, and a bowl of your finest maple syrup water, and I tell you this.  I will find out the source of all of this commotion and our inability to move out of Memaw Macaw’s driveway.  Even if my own brother from a different mother is responsible.  You. Heard. Me.

We may have all been blamed for something that we did not do at one time.  Monday, we blamed the vacuum. We blamed the rain.

We blamed it all that we could not move this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV. But Sheriff Brickle crossed the line.

Now I know that Sheriff Brickle gets blamed a lot for what I do, but that is not the point here.  Because all of that has come full circle.  Sabotaging the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV so that it can’t move is not acceptable just to protect a hole of dirt that if you dig down through the center of the earth will have you on the other side of the earth.  I don’t have a map.  I can’t give details on where it would be at.

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Now, I like my dirt hole too.  Sure, it isn’t as big as the Sheriff’s, or his attitude.  But my “no trespassing” sign fits just right.  And who can complain about that?

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It is not like I wanted to leave my dirt hole, so I understand why Sheriff Brickle is melancholy about leaving his.  But that is no excuse for framing the innocent.  Tommy Cat.

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Tommy Cat was just being a Tommy Cat the whole time we were here.  And I probably think that he didn’t like his yard being dug up.  But hey, he has to move anyway next week with Memaw and Lele. And I think it was pretty nice of him that he didn’t complain about it.  So for Sheriff Brickle to break the RV so that we could stay in this dirt pit forever was just not nice.  Blaming Tommy Cat was even not nicer. But Sheriff Brickle always means business.  And he laid down the law in the only way he knew how. By sabotage.  And I don’t even have a dictionary to see what that means.  I just know that it’s the only thing I can come up with. Because it sounds right.  Like maple syrup dripping down a pancake.

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Now, despite all of the chaos here with Boy Person under the RV trying to fix it, Girl Person packing then unpacking all of the wine, and Memaw Macaw talking to anyone that would listen about her prized knick knacks, I had to talk to Brickle about this.  I had to talk to the Sheriff.  I had to let him know that I knew.  And that I was not going to be in cahoots about this.  I didn’t have the energy to give a hoot about cahoots. So as I decided on my best line of questioning, I saw Sheriff Brickle squirming, but he didn’t admit a thing. I saw him a little, well, uncomfortable in that dirt hole.  And as he got up, he decided to say no words.  He only went to Memaw Macaw’s house and the door opened. Not the front door, but the back door.  You never use the front door around here.

Then out came Lele.

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Lele was looking quite the part.  The part of a conspirator.  And when I saw the the cahoots between them, I knew it to be true.  There was more than one sabotager here.  There was a cahootin team of cahooters giving the RV air bubbles in the lines making it overheat.  But not one cahooter could do this.  There was a team.  And I knew that I, as Deputy, was alone on this one.  But what would I do to save the day? Could I save the day? Would I find out the truth?  Will we leave today?  Only time will tell.  Stay tuned.

P.S. I would tell the perps to come clean, but ain’t nobody clean around  here in this dirt pit.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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