This is Peanut Butter Brickle. I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I’ve had some extra time. It’s so hot in this Florida place that the afternoon is meant to be enjoyed in the air conditioning.

Ever since Boy Person got back from that Italy place, the persons have been talking a lot and making decisions. And dreaming about the pasta.

The first decision that they made yesterday was to cancel the boat trip tickets over to Europe. With my arthritis, they didn’t think it was a good idea for me to be in a kennel for a whole week. A whole week is a lot of time.

I was secretly glad that they decided that. Because although I am willing to make sacrifices to have a better way of life and have more adventures, I also was concerned too. Because if the persons are unsure about it, there are reasons. And I trust them. I really do. My trust in them holds them accountable. We all have to be accountable.

But what is the key to us moving forward with our plans to get to that Italy place? We do still plan to go. And we still plan to use this key that’s sitting on the table.

You see, when Boy Person was in that Italy place, he got the key to the little house to see inside. And it opened up new dreams for us.

Oh, and reality. Reality that it won’t be easy to fix the path and the little house.

Reality that life will be truly different.

Reality that we need this change. No matter if no one else understands.

We understand. It’s our family. And it’s our dream. And the key reminds us of that, just sitting on the table.

We don’t have all the answers how this will work out. But I have a feeling that the pieces will truly fall into place.

So we can get to the place we want to be at. The persons are looking into how to get us all there together. We are still planning to get there as soon as we can. Because there is no time to waste. There’s a key on the table.

–Peanut Butter Brickle

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