The Waffle Is Never Wrong

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. We all have choices in life. Some are very serious. Some may affect you the rest of your life. Some decisions you may question for years to come. But other decisions are easy. Like what to have for breakfast or lunch or even dinner. And for me, obviously, I’ll always choose a pancake. Over and over again.

But what happens when a decision you have to make seems easy, but what you want to do is impossible? Maybe you want to live somewhere but you can’t afford to. Maybe you want to go somewhere but you don’t feel good. Maybe, just maybe, you want that pancake, but someone gives you a waffle. And you didn’t want that waffle. Your decision was decided for you. I mean, me. Yeah. That happened to me.

I was all hoping for a pancake. Maybe a stack of three. You see, I’ve been feeling good. I’ve been hiking with extra speed lately. And the weather has cooled down a little! So yesterday, my drool was falling. I was ready. And Girl Person said “order up”. I love this part of the day.

Now. I don’t get up for breakfast. Brickle and I get hand fed so that we have an equal share and so that we, I mean, I savor it. So Girl Person told us to take our spots outside so we could eat al fresco, and here it came. My order. And well. It was a stack, alright. A stack of disappointment that was far higher than the ceiling in this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.

But as usual, Girl Person didn’t have to ask me twice to eat something or even one and half times.

And as I bit into that waffle, I knew right away that even though it hadn’t been my first decision or even one I wanted to make, the waffle was not wrong.

A pancake wasn’t the only right decision.

Sometimes in life, two different choices may each be the right one. Because it might be all in the timing. And the time was right for a waffle.

Now. I’m never changing my name to Digby Waffle.

And I’m not saying that pancakes aren’t the best thing in the world. What I am saying is that the right decision may be in change. You can always go back to your favorites. No one is trying to change your mind about that. And they shouldn’t. We can all have regrets about decisions we have made. Some we can never undo. But the trick is to learn from them. That will make future decision more likely to be right. It’s when we don’t learn or acknowledge that we were wrong, that’s when we repeat them.

I’ll never regret being flexible and eating those waffles. But pancakes? I’ll see you tomorrow.

Deputy Digby Pancake

The Tale Of Tod The Toad Who Wanted A Burger

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Make no mistake. I love pancakes.  I love lots of pancakes.  I love when pancakes have baby pancakes.  That’s when they’re in my stomach.  I love my pancake belly.  But I do understand that there are others who love other food just as much.  I am totally ok with that, because that just means I get more pancakes to myself.  I also don’t argue about why pancakes are the best thing in the world.  Because I am too busy taking care of my baby pancakes.  In my belly.


I meet all kinds at camp.  And everyone is just a little different when it comes to what they like to cook on the grill.  If you have never had a pancake on the grill, you are really missing out, but don’t do that so that I have more pancakes.  Some like to cook steaks and burgers and maybe some like to cook vegetables like our persons do.  But I would have never expected a toad named Tod to wonder into our campsite and request a burger.  When obviously, my culinary degree is based on the flat, sweet bread of Digbyland.  That’s my belly.

So there Tod the Toad was on a Friday afternoon.  We had to move campsites, literally one campsite over.  Obviously, persons aren’t big on making sense, and so we have gotten used to the picking up everything, and moving everything, and setting up camp just a few feet away.  But as we were picking up one of our rugs, we saw him.  A toad named Tod who had either been out too late with his boys, or maybe he was just under the weather.  But he was under the rug, actually.  So Boy Person tried to coax him to move into the woods just a little bit faster, and we saw it.  One of his legs wasn’t working right.  Tod the Toad was hurt.


Now, I am not one to panic, I am one to wonder how late this is going to make my breakfast though.  Sheriff Brickle surmised that this toad was not one of the harmful, Florida toads that we have to look out for.  No, he was just a Tod the Toad doing Tod the Toad things on a Friday under a rug.  Trying to rest. Or he just had a lot of time on his hands.

And so we were disturbing him.  The persons tried to think of what to do.  Should they call a vet or a rescue?  Should they keep Tod and make him a traveling toad?  Or should they see if he could rest?  So they got a little box, sat him on the ground with a little water, and let him sleep it off while we moved campsites.

But Tod, the whole time was hungry.  He had smelled all of the cooking out at camp.  And he really wanted to go grab a bite to eat, but all he could do was hobble.  Hobble some more.  Fall on his belly.  And then hobble again.  I had a brilliant idea.

It’s not often I get brilliant ideas because I have too many things to do every day like sleep and worry about my babies in my belly.  But this was a no brainer.  Tod the Toad was hungry.  He hobbled.  I wanted to keep my pancakes.  And I remembered.  I remembered.  A few weeks ago, my favorite restaurant changed its name.

And this.  This was where Tod the Toad needed to grab a bite to eat.  This was his restaurant now….he could hobble right over to it.  IHob.

I was pretty upset when my restaurant changed its name.  But maybe, I was seeing after all, was that someone named Tod needed it more. I was hoping really hard that we didn’t have to have a traveling toad, to be honest with you.  I don’t like being hopped on in the middle of the night.  I don’t like being in competition that when I pee on something that a toad peed on it first.  But above all though, I just wanted his hobble to turn into a hop.  And as we set up our last chair at camp, the persons turned around, and all that remained in Tod the Toad’s box were memories.  Memories of a hungry toad named Tod who got to sleep it off and go where he wanted to all along.  To grab a burger.  And not my pancakes.  I was happy.  I was happy for Tod the Toad and the babies in my belly, and everyone.

It never surprises me when the persons try to help an animal that may be hurt.  But what always surprises me is that it always has to affect my mealtimes.  Yet, Tod the Toad?  I have something to say to you.  Even if you can’t hop as well as you used to, or you always have a little hobble, that doesn’t matter at IHob. Your burger will taste just as good.  Life is what we make of it, even if it doesn’t turn out perfect.  Life is about embracing our imperfections and realizing that maybe those imperfections will make us hobble down a path that was better after all.  We will miss you Tod the Toad.  Thank you for allowing us to try and help you.  You were just the best toad a toad could be.  But your belly needs a few more burgers to catch up to my pancake one.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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