The No Path Path

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  I bet that you have been missing me this week!  I know I have been missing me and I am right here.  Seems kinda strange not to write the dog blog everyday and let a bird, fish and cat take over.  But I guess we all need a change sometimes.  Yes.  Even me.

So, Khaleesi the cat broke it to you yesterday, I heard.  Yes! We are leaving this Florida place on Monday.  And she let you know that our new journey until the end of the year is called “The No Path Path”!  If there was ever anyone that did not stick to a path, that is me. And so I am really excited about this journey.  More excited than I have been in awhile.

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You see, I have never thought about sticking to the path.  I always try to get off.  I always try to get lost and go deep into the woods.  I really don’t care where we go, as long as there is something to smell or roll on along the way.  I don’t care about tomorrow.  I care more about what I am doing.  Right then.  Since the persons got so tired of looking at houses that just didn’t seem to fit for us now, we thought, why not keep moving? If the Big Blue Treat Wagon can keep us for a little longer, and we can make sure it is happy too, maybe this is where our path was supposed to take us.  Even if we change our path for a bit, we heard that the trails and the paths will maybe lead us somewhere amazing.  If not, we can always turn around on the path.

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So on Monday, we are headed towards some new trails, some new mountain paths.  The mountains are my happy place.  Sheriff Brickle has his own…the beach.  And the persons decided that since me and Brickle did such a good job on our 48 States, 48 Rescues tour, that it was our turn.  Our turn to each have some time in our happy places.  This was about us now.

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As Khaleesi the cat told you, our first stop is Savannah, Georgia.  Then, Charleston, South Carolina.  Then we will pick another path to another place! The beauty of this No Path Path is that we can change our paths and just have some fun.  But this isn’t all there is to our new journey for the rest of the year.  We will have a few surprises and the persons have a new assignment. You know animal rescue is our mission.  And that will not be left out of this trip. But Sheriff Brickle will tell you all about that tomorrow.

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For now, we hope that you will come along with us on more adventures, more fun and more life.

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Sometimes, I get sidetracked and think I will never find anything stinky enough to roll in.  But I find something even better.  When life hands you detours and road blocks, you can either stop.  Or you can find a way around to your happy.  We continue to be thankful for the opportunity we have everyday of being together as a family and doing what we love.

We don’t need a house made out of stone or concrete or blocks to hold that love.  Our Big Blue Treat Wagon will do for now.  I am so excited!!!  We are ready to pack up and go!  Are you ready?

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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The Path Of Fishy Fish

This is Fishy Fish.  Not sure if we have met before.  But I have been with Brickle and Digby and their persons for a few months now in this Florida place campground with a beach.  No, no, I was not in their campsite.  Of course, my house is the ocean.  Yet, almost every night, I took my path to where they would be.  I swam so that I could look at them on the shore.  I saw Sheriff Brickle, who has no jurisdiction in the waters, I do have to say.  I saw him gazing into the ocean like he loved it beyond words.  Oh, I know love when I see it. Even though I am a Fishy Fish.

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But I also know that the Deputy Digby Pancake fellow wasn’t as keen on the ocean waves as his brother.  No, Digby was a land sort of fellow, born without sea legs and yearning for the call of the woods.

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I have never been to the woods, although I have heard tales about it.  I suppose if I ever see the woods, it will mean I am out of the ocean…so yeah.  I’ll stick to my path here.

You see, my name is Fishy Fish because I smell like a fish, because, well, I am a fish.  And when you are a fish that smells like a fish, you are what you were meant to be, and you are quite proud of it.  I am proud to say as well that I love my home of the ocean.  I never would want to go anywhere else.  Which is why I stay far away from those poles with lines and hooks on them.  Never have understood why persons want to take fish out of their homes when we are just trying to be happy too.

Some fish I heard have glass homes, and I have been told through generations of my family that they can’t swim very far in there.  Did you know that fish like to swim horizontally and not vertically? That’s why fish in those glass houses aren’t very happy either since they don’t have much room to swim.  And for them, their path is the same one over and over, unlike fishy fish like me who have the whole ocean available as our path.  And as I was contemplating this while looking at Sheriff Brickle on the shore, it occurred to me.  What did Brickle and Digby and their persons with legs think about their path?  Were they going to be happy in one glass house with the same paths over and over again?  Or did they need a bigger ocean?  I wondered.

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And as I heard them talking about packing up and leaving camp on Monday, I wondered where they were going.  And where their path was going to lead them.  To a glass house of sorts or a bigger ocean? And although I want to come along, my path is right here, in my ocean.  Maybe you have your ocean too.

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I will miss them every morning and every night as I have my dinner.  I will miss the smell of Deputy Digby who in fact, also smells like a fish.  But I know that their paths will lead to them where they are supposed to be.  For now.  And isn’t that what is important? The now is all we have.  Fish like me rely on how our water is now.  Right now.  If it is polluted, we can’t live.  If we don’t swim with the tides, we can’t live.  We have to go where it is healthy for us to go.  And you are no different, persons and dogs.  Go where you need to go for now.  And maybe one day, where you need to go will be here again.  If not, maybe I will see you on another shore.

-Fishy Fish

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