Where The Streets Have No Names and No Dogs

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. I’m not a scholar. I didn’t go to school. It’s a good thing Girl Person took typing school to type this blog back in 1873.

But I don’t have to be able to read or how to type to know that a sign that looks like this wasn’t painted by an artist. No Van Gogh. Just a Van NO. No dogs allowed.

It’s not often when we go camping that there are so many rules. Or so many streets that we can’t walk down. And I noticed something. These streets we can’t walk down? Well. They look like the one street we can walk down. So why can’t we walk down them? These streets have no names. And no dogs either.

I haven’t been alive as long as Girl Person. Especially since she took typing class in 1873. But I’m not sure when it became ok for so much separation in our world. Even the mountains and oceans touch sometimes.

Some don’t want to be with others different than they are. Some don’t like to have their likes questioned.

Some think they are better than others and don’t accept any other views or ideas. And that’s sad. That’s not joyful. That’s not what or how our beautiful world was meant to be.

Our world is full of different individuals. Individuals that look different just like flowers. Individuals that have fur or without fur. And as long as we show respect, we should all be able to walk down every street. Anyone.

As dogs and our parents, you have to be responsible though. To pick up after yourself. To be respectful and nice to others. Not to infringe on others. It goes both ways. It’s a two way street. It should be a very happy street.

Even though pancakes are my favorite, I don’t carry around a sign that says “No waffles”. Because as long as those waffles don’t take all the maple syrup, well, I think we can pretty much live in harmony.

You don’t have to agree with everyone. That’s impossible. But you should always try to understand. Blocking someone out of your life totally doesn’t help. There will always be someone who thinks differently than you. Respect that.

As we leave this campground today, we never got to see the lake because we weren’t allowed. We didn’t get to see the mysterious campsites down the no name streets. But we did find a way to appreciate that our world has a lot to work on. No. Not our earth. Those who call it home. Take down the signs. Open your heart.

Today, we leave for another state park as we make our way south! Stay tuned.

Deputy Digby Pancake

Live In The Moment

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. It’s true. Living in the moment may be hard. There’s no may be about it. Even in August.

We learned that more than ever this weekend. There we were. Packing up and getting ready to leave that Jacksonville, Florida place. The beach was right there. It had never moved.

The trails and all our animal friends were still there. We were still there. But our hearts had already left. We were wasting the moment. We weren’t breathing in the moment.  We were letting it exhale from ourselves.

Until we looked up at the spiders on our windshield. These spiders had been there awhile! Because we had been here awhile. They made themselves at home. They weaved their webs of home. We were kind of like them. And yet, we couldn’t stay. But they could.

As we gently got them down from the RV and placed them somewhere safe, I realized something. Even though they had thought their home was permanent there, it wasn’t meant to be. It would have been detrimental for them to stay on our windshield. They had to move. And just like them, we had to move.

When the vet told us that it would be good for Digby to travel and use his mind, well, we listened.

Yes, it took us a bit to get to feeling good enough to go. And we don’t have the perfect scenario to travel right now. But just like the spider works towards its goals of building a beautiful web, so can we. We know we can do better. We aim to do better.

One time, we went to a place in Arkansas that you could dig for diamonds. You may remember our visit there. We didn’t find any diamonds those days. But a day after we left, someone did find a diamond. A very expensive one! But before we left, we purchased a bag of extra dirt that we could sift thru later. We saved it all this time. Just in case there was a diamond in there when we needed it most.

Oh. And also Digby was using the bag of dirt like a pillow. But we sifted thru that bag this week. And guess what? All we found were rocks. No diamonds. None at all.

It would have been easy to get disappointed. But when Boy Person told me those rocks took years and years to form, I knew it to be true. They were just a different kind of treasure. Not the ones we were looking for. But they were to be appreciated anyway. Just like the situation we are at now in life. This moment. This day. And in honor of Boy Person’s father, who would have liked to travel one more day, we sing this for him.

You may have disappointments in life. You see, we’ve been there. And everywhere, it seems like. Me and Digby have been so many places that we’ve been a lot of places twice.

But that doesn’t mean we aren’t more than happy to start this part of our life that is today…wherever we are. I want to know though, are you up for the ride? Are you ready to live in the moment with us? Let’s see what treasures we can find when we aren’t even looking. Look to our Facebook page for real time updates all day!

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle