The Iron Furnace

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  It has been a really hard week.  Well, at least for the persons.  Nothing much has interrupted my napping, eating or fun.  Except for Brickle’s attitude, but that’s part of every day life.

Do you know where I can send his attitude back to?

Even though it was raining yesterday, Girl Person said we still had to get out of our sardine RV can and take a walk.  We went on a dirty hike and came upon something called an iron furnace.


My only question when I first saw the Iron Furnace was if there was a stack of pancakes in there.  Because it was pretty tall.


But as we got closer, I wanted to get further away. It was dark in there.  And scary.  And I am not down for that or up for that lately. Or in the future.

Girl Person said we didn’t have to go in there. But she still wanted to look.

She told us that iron furnaces were very important in the past. People made a living making iron and they made it in these things.

It was hard work, it was hot. And it took a lot of skill. It wasn’t a fast process. But what they made was very needed. They needed iron for tools to farm and for other stuff too. They probably needed a spatula for pancakes.

The process changed for making iron over the years.

Girl Person told us that this process involves smelting. Smelting I learned is when something is changed by heating or melting.

I wondered. And I thought about it. What if persons could do that in their hearts?

Maybe they want to make a change in their life but it seems like so much work. So much effort. They know that change may change everything. And that’s scary.

Changes usually don’t happen overnight. Sometimes you have to let the desire to change heat up and melt into inspiration. Like an iron furnace, changes can help you, help others and make the world a more useful place to be you. Are you you? What’s been smeltering in your heart? Get your supplies. And start the process. If something is truly important to you, you don’t procrastinate. Where’s there’s fire, there’s desire to make it happen.

What will happen with our tire situation this weekend? We don’t know. Stay tuned to our Facebook and Instagram pages for updates.

Deputy Digby Pancake

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Don’t Make Me Come Out There

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Some days everything goes right. Your eggies are cooked to perfection and served to you on crackers. Ok. That’s every day. Some days, the sun is shining and the breeze is blowing, and you know life isn’t so tough.

But then some days, you’re reminded that nothing can keep going as smooth as peanut butter forever. And you hear it, that thought of impending imperfection, gnawing away at your soul. And also gnawing away at your RV awning.

I’ve never met a squirrel that didn’t know the power of squirrelness it had. The ability to climb up trees, fall from trees, and get right back up are skills surely to be envied. Squirrels are relentless, determined and almost as smart as I am. They also choose things to get involved in that should be the basis for an after school special. Don’t their squirrel parents teach them better?

Why do they have to steal all the food…everywhere? Why do they jump on the RV roof day and night for fun?

Why do they make loud noises and tell us off from their favorite branch in the tree? I don’t know. I don’t know. But choosing to eat our RV awning for no reason? Well, that my friend is an arrestable offense. Especially when I’m trying to eat my eggies in peace. With crackers.

Every morning, a squirrel named Nuts in site 165 decides his mission and only mission for the day… eating the awning.

At first, we tried to ignore it. But the truth is, we need that awning. And the other truth is, Nuts isn’t nice about it. He stares in the window. He makes his noises. And he tries to act tough and shows off old battle wounds on his ear. Seriously. The ear. He means business. And so does Boy Person.

It’s hard to concentrate on my eggs and crackers with Boy Person knocking on the window at Nuts. It’s hard to concentrate on my breakfast with Boy Person saying every five minutes, “don’t make me come out there.” Because we know what will happen. Boy Person will bring out some more food for the birds and Nuts will get more nuts and seeds to make him forget about the awning. And he usually does. For five minutes. Until he gets hungry again.

Boy Person knows his game. But he continues to play it. Because there is no choice.

Nuts thinks he has the right to chew our awning. And I suppose he does. But none of us own any part of this earth, even if a piece of paper says you do. Which Nuts would eat anyways. We are all supposed to share the earth. Even a campsite. But as Sheriff, disturbing the peace…and my breakfast is grounds for an arrest. So Nuts? You. Are. Arrested. Even if I like your name.

You see, Nuts needs to realize that even though we have a “right” to do something, that doesn’t always mean it’s the right thing to do. Being nice and courteous means respect for others. Although we are in Nuts’ backyard, we also have the right to park here. And we all can make it work in harmony. I am sure Nuts means no harm except to the awning. But perhaps, an arrest will make him think a little more about his actions. Or maybe he will just tire of Boy Person’s incessant nagging to stop. I am. Nuts? Don’t make me come out there.

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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