The Return of the Nut


Waiting in the hot, closet-sized room called “Kennel 1” in the cargo section of the airport, we anxiously anticipated the arrival of our boy. We attempted small talk with the friendly vet tech who was there to check Mochi and approve him into the state of Hawaii, but were too nervous to make much of it. If anything in our paperwork was a tiny bit out of place, it would be straight to quarantine for a minimum of 30 days. You wouldn’t believe the amount of work it takes to get a pet into Hawaii.


A 25-page rabies quarantine manual, pages upon pages of checklists to ensure the possibility of direct airport release, a rabies blood test that must be sent to Kansas State University, a complete health check with vet-administered flea/tick medicine within 14 days of arrival, and a ridiculously expensive plane ticket. On top of that, you have to pay for a vet in Maui to go to the airport and do a health and paperwork check before they can be released into the island. All worth it for our Mochi, of course!

The vet tech announced the arrival of the truck carrying the pets and we popped our heads out of the room and searched through the small holes of the crates to catch a glimpse of Mochi. No Mochi. Momentarily panicked, we looked to the vet tech as he asked the driver where our dog was. He informed us that since no one was accompanying Mochi on the flight he had to be processed through cargo before he could be brought to us. The tech seemed irritated and said he’d been doing this for a over a year and had never heard of this happening. Comforting.

It was taking too long and we knew Mochi needed to be let out of the crate he had been in for over 7 hours. Finally, a forklift rounded the corner and I said, “Hi Mochi!” He immediately looked at me in recognition, but I could tell he was frightened from being jerked around on the forklift and the loud noises of the planes and the wind. He began whining and pawing at the door of his crate and my heart ached. Thankfully, the experienced tech quickly scanned the microchip and said we could take Mochi outside. After hastily signing our paperwork we were all set to go with our boy in our arms!


Mochi was dehydrated and a bit out of sorts, but he made it and we’re together again…in Maui! It may take him a while to acclimate, but I have a feeling he’s going to love it just as much as we do. Thank you for thinking of and praying for Mochi today, and helping bring him safely to us. He’s a crazy nut, but we love him with all our hearts.

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Both Brandon and Mochi’s favorite thing to do in the new house


First walk in the neighborhood


The Decision

Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.

Mark Twain

We, like many others, had discussed and dreamed about what it would be like to live in an adventurous and exciting place. For us that was the island of Maui. We talked about what we would do there, where we might live and how much better life would be. If we got to the point of “Yes we should just do it!” The next words were a question, “OK! But how?” We said things like, “We could start a business and once we are making tons of money we can move to Maui and run it from over there.” I even thought maybe we were meant to live a life of financial freedom on Maui and I went out to buy the winning lottery ticket. Fast forward to now: as I am writing this I am sitting next to my wife on a plane with a one way ticket to Maui. I have one less dollar in my wallet from that losing lottery ticket, and that business we started, well it is still “in the works.”