This is Fruitycake. You may have noticed that I have been pretty happy and fruity lately.
You would be correct.
I can’t seem to get up early enough to start the day. Because I’m so, so happy to have every day here. And I want the persons to get up as early as possible to start it too.
Girl Person is used to getting her espresso delivered to bed every morning. But yesterday, I decided we all needed to get up and get going. And I am pretty persuasive.
Bed may be warm. But we also have heat now. And although we still have some work to figure it out because we are from that Florida place and are not used to this, we know we will figure it out. We sure will.
Where there is smoke and where there is sticks is where home is now. And I can’t get enough of it. There are so many sticks to tell off and keep in line every day. I can call a team meeting as many times a day as I want to.
And all the sticks have to listen.
Girl Person said she’s been doubting a little bit if I could be happy here. That although I’m a traveling dog, the travel is different than what Brickle and Digby had. She was having a very hard time closing that chapter. And realizing things have in fact changed. It’s hard to close chapters. When they were so good.
But sometimes you have to pick up another book. And although it will be different, it doesn’t mean that it won’t feel like home to your heart too.
Where there is smoke and sticks, there is home. And although we have years of work ahead of us, one thing at a time. We have heat! We have sticks. And that’s pretty cool. But hot.
–Fruitycake
