Come Closer. I Am Here.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle.  If you are like our persons, you spend many hours looking for answers that never seem to come.  Like when you ponder the meaning of life, or why I am so handsome.


Or maybe you think about what the answer is to happiness, or possibly what you should eat for dinner, which in fact may be the same answer.  But for Girl Person yesterday, she decided that since the answer to where we should go from here is not coming to her, she should ask a donkey and his friends. And I see no reason to argue with that logic, because it may not be logical.  But at this point, what do we have to lose?

If we could talk to the animals, just imagine it
Chatting to a chimp in chimpanzee
Imagine talking to a tiger, chatting to a cheetah
What a neat achievement that would be.

Questions may be easy to ask.  But finding the answers may not be so easy.  Why?  Persons sometimes have their own agenda, and possibly they think that they know what is best, and don’t want to hear other answers because they really have already decided.  I have never understood this.  Why do persons make things so difficult? Because sometimes, there are in fact are no wrong answers.  Whatever path is chosen, we always seem to make it work. Don’t we?


For Girl Person, the path she chose yesterday was straight to a donkey at camp. And the sheep.  And the goats.  And a rabbit. You heard me.  Because since no person has any answers, she thought maybe a donkey would. Or a sheep.  Or a goat.  Or a rabbit. Taking to the animals at this point is obviously the only thing left to do.  And maybe that is where we should have started.

If we could talk to the animals, learn their languages
Maybe take an animal degree.
We’d study elephant and eagle, buffalo and beagle,
Alligator, guinea pig, and flea.


First, we decided to ask the rabbit where he thought we should go this week, and where we could find a house.  The rabbit said that he thought wherever carrots grew best would be the better option.  He said that carrots are sweet and the sweet life is always the good life.

So that wasn’t much help.  I hate carrots, and I don’t have a green thumb.  I actually don’t have a thumb at all.  So we decided to ask the sheep.  The sheep told us that we should have already made the decision on where to move to about a month ago.  They sheepishly reminded us of the fact that we were taking too long.  They told us we should get on the road and head back to greener pastures.  But they were judging us the whole time they were talking to us, and moved along without saying where that greener pasture was.

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So once again, not much help.  So far, carrots in greener pastures.  This was getting us about as far as Deputy Digby’s eyes from a plate of pancakes.  Not very far at all.  So then, we decided to go and talk to the goats.  Goats.  With their crazy eyes, I wasn’t expecting much of an answer, or a conversation.  The goats told us that because of their four stomachs, food was very important to them.  They told us that they eat just about anything, but that we should go where we can eat the best food and the most food. They also told us that climbing our way to happiness was the best way to go about it.  They said that the view from the top is always the best. And when you are in the depths of despair, that is as low as you could go, and you aren’t helping anyone.  They had much more to say, but their eyes were freaking me out.

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So that was that.  And these animals were all just stating the obvious.  So it was time to go talk to a donkey.  I don’t know why and I don’t even have anything clever to explain why because who needs to be clever when you are going to talk to a donkey?

If we could talk to the animals, learn their languages
Think of all the things we could discuss
If we could walk with the animals, talk with the animals,
Grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals,
And they could squeak and squawk and speak and talk to us.

Some don’t know that donkeys are pretty smart. And I have always heard that a donkey can’t tell a lie.  Actually, I have never heard that, but I would assume that.  Why? Because they listen with their hearts.  As Girl Person talked to the donkey, the donkey leaned in to the fence between them.  He told her to come closer, that he had always been there.


He told her that if she believed that a donkey could give her the answer to the most important decision she felt that she had ever faced…that she could believe in herself too.  He told her what she already knew.  That it may not be possible to stay here in this California place.  He told her that he wishes he could fly, but he could not.  And that sometimes, we don’t have a choice. As I suspected, the donkey could not lie.  He didn’t sugarcoat our situation, because truth be told, if we could have stayed we would have.  But it is not looking good.  We could wait here till the cows come home and still not find a house to buy we can afford.

So tomorrow may be the day we go explore other options.  You see, as much as we want to stay, we did get to come here for a little while. And if we can’t afford to live here?  We can’t change that.  We have to find our happiness somewhere else.  And that is just the way it is.  A donkey always tells it like it is.  Because that is what donkeys do.  And even if persons want to tell us we will find something here, we tried. But we can’t park here forever.  We need our own little home, and our own little yard. So we have to come up with a plan. Tomorrow’s agenda?  Getting the donkey to help us with that.  Because he seems to have all the answers.  Who knew?  I guess the donkey did all along.  We all have a donkey somewhere in our lives.  We just have to come closer.  And listen.  They are there.

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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Just Like Starting Over. If You Can Start.

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  And sometimes my friends?  You start off your day with a big pile of feathers in your mouth, and you end the day with a big pile of thrown up feathers in your car.  If you are me.


If Girl Person would have told me that I shouldn’t have ate that dead bird head and its feathers at camp, I probably would not have listened.  And I didn’t.  In fact, I ignored her so hard that I ate it in five gulps, despite her hands down my throat trying to pull it out.  Then she started throwing up when I swallowed it, Sheriff Brickle issued a warrant for my arrest, and I was pretty full.  Of feathers. If I could have flown away, well, I would have.  To find another dead bird head to eat.  Priorities.

But alas our time in Bodega Bay was drawing to a close, although we weren’t prepared for it.

Our life together
Is so precious together
We have grown, we have grown
Although our love is still special
Let’s take a chance and fly away
Somewhere alone

We didn’t know it was crab season, and no campsites ended up being open.  So the persons decided that maybe it was better that way…not to have any long goodbyes to a place that we loved so much.


And the rain was on the way, so maybe things were working the way they were supposed to be.  Maybe it was time we start over.  Again.


So we started up the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV that by the way is out of treats now, and we headed out to Petaluma.  Why?  We have a few more houses to look at this weekend, and see no reason to get back on the road till Monday.  It felt like we were starting over again.  And the Big Blue Treat Wagon had to get warmed up.  Two months in one campground was a rest for it too.  It kind of deserved it.

It’s been too long since we took the time
No-one’s to blame, I know time flies so quickly
But when I see you darling
It’s like we both are falling in love again
It’ll be just like starting over
Starting over

As we pulled out of the parking lot for the last time, it felt empty, like when my stomach has no dead birds in it.  But it also felt like maybe, just maybe, a new start was what we needed to clear our heads, to be able to think a little bit.  Because starting over is not so easy sometimes.  And the first step is just the hardest.

Sometimes though, to start, you have to get rid of the bad thoughts, or the dead birds in your stomach.  And as we were about half way there, Girl Person saw me get that look on my face, and she knew that it was coming, and there was nothing at all she could do about it.  Starting over was going to be getting rid of what was ailing me.  All.  Over.  Her.

It’s time to spread our wings and fly
Don’t let another day go by my love
It’ll be just like starting over
Starting over

Now, you would think that driving thru Petaluma with all of the cows and cow poop in the air, that dead bird guts wouldn’t be such a big deal, but when it is all over you driving, it kind of is to people I assume.  Yet, I felt better, and isn’t that all that matters?


For Girl Person who was following behind Boy Person and the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV, I kind of thought that she should thank me for making her forget how sad she was to leave Bodega Bay.  If you don’t think it was all a plan from the very beginning, well, keep it to yourself.  Starting over sometimes takes a big effort, and I put forth a very big effort with the dead bird head.

As we pulled into a new campground, we got a little flutter of excitement at change again.  But as Boy Person turned off the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV to check in, we didn’t know that it was having second thoughts at starting over.  And some big ones.

Why don’t we take off alone
Take a trip somewhere far, far away
We’ll be together all alone again
Like we used to in the early days
Well, well, well darling

You see, there we were, sitting in the campground’s driveway, and the Big Blue Treat Wagon decided that it was already tired.  And it missed Bodega Bay.  As Boy Person usually does, he panicked a little bit and Girl Person panicked a lot.  And there we sat.  When Boy Person decided to give it one last try, it finally came back on.  And our hearts had pretty much stopped.  Traveling through 48 states the past year and a half was hard. And here we were starting.  All over again.  It was scaring us all.

Don’t let another day go by my love
It’ll be just like starting over
Starting over

When you start over, well, you may have questions about it.  And we certainly are.  To head back to that Florida place seems so far.  And we have a few more houses to look at this weekend.  And apparently, Boy Person needs to make sure we can even make it back to Florida now in this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  But we are ready.  Ready to start over, whatever it takes.  We have decided that nothing is that important to be on a schedule.  This is up to us, and yes, Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  We are going to breathe this weekend and the persons are going to clean up the dead bird throw up.  Or maybe throw out the car.  That is definitely a way to start over, now isn’t it?  You’re welcome.

As we keep saying…stay tuned!

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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