People who know us know that we are girls of leisure, who enjoy the comforts of home and hearth (if by "hearth" you mean being schtupped with food whenever we make sad eyes, which is pretty much all the time). We enjoy lounging around our suburban palace, sometimes venturing out into the wilderness of the back yard, and sometimes even going for strolls along the boulevards of our faire towne.
And, as we have talked about over and over again, we are also responsible for protecting this fortress of anything-but-solitude, staying alert to the squirrels and bunnies and cats and other wildlife of the rear of the property, and to the dogs and people and more dogs that attempt to linger along the rolling lawn of the front of our abode. And, it's a wonderful little life, filled with much time to rest and recuperate from all of our activities.
But some people (cough, cough) think that it would be good for us to "get out more", to "meet other [their words] dogs", to "develop more social skills." Well, we are offended by these implications. Oh, sure, this past weekend when people came to our house, Rozi greeted them with her cute little nips, but we're pretty sure that no skin was broken and no blood spilled, although we have unlisted our phone number just in case. But, we're good dogs; everyone tells us so.
And, yet.
Today, we were taken away for an interview at a "camp" so that we could have some time each week to run around and play with other puppies. Can you believe it? We? We two girls are expected to mingle with animals who were probably not raised in fine hotels, as we were?!!?!?!
We tried to show how well we could get along with others, thinking that this would forestall or completely eliminate the visit. As you can see, Rozi very calmly approaches another puppy, then grabs it in a very friendly manner, and then plays with it for just over a picosecond. And, we believe that this is evidence that we really are in very good shape socially, and that we don't need no stinkin' play dates.
But, it would seem that we were outvoted, and had to take a trip in the car. Although we wanted to protest, there was very little that we could do, since the allure of the leash and harness is too much for us, especially little Rozi. When she sees those pieces of hardware and cloth, she just sort of loses it. And, so thinking that we were going to go for a walk, we didn't complain. Hah!
So off we went, bundled up in our colorful harnesses, and fearful that we were going to go to the groomer or even - gasp - the vet. But, the way we were going in the car was unusual to us, and so we were very confused about what was happening. When we go to the groomer, we are only in the car for a little while, which means that Rozi barks and yips and whines for about 10 minutes. This time, she kept it up for something like twice that, while Izzi looked out the window for squirrels and bunnies that might be running along side the car.
After a while, we got to a place that had a gigantic fence and inside the fence were dogs.
And, when we say "dogs" we mean something like a billion of them! The dogs were all sizes, from one that was as small as us (but brown-ish) to ones that looked like they were as big as our car! We were worried about what was going to happen, but we were on our leash and the other doggies were on the other side of a fence, so there was not much that was too scary. But, it was a little scary because we had never seen so many other puppies before! We were talking and talking to them (mostly Rozi) and some of them were talking back to us, but a lot of them were busy playing with their friends.
And, so we wanted to go and play, too. And, a man opened up a gate in the fence, and we could go inside and play with only some of the dogs. Some were very nice and I think we could be friends with them, and other ones were a little mean. They all wanted to sniff us, and we think that was a little rude, since we were just visiting, not being brought in to be child brides. And, so we did our best to keep our composure as we checked out the surroundings.
It seems like it might be nice, but we're hoping that we won't go there. Because, it is - after all - outside and there are - after all - other doggies there.
And, really, that's not our thing.
So, we finally got to get home and relax with a nice chewy bone. And, as each of us drifted off to sleep, looking forward to dreaming our little puppy dreams, we thought back to our day in the dog park and the friends that we made.
And, we can only hope that we never have to go there again.
Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip
Izzi & Rozi
And, as we have talked about over and over again, we are also responsible for protecting this fortress of anything-but-solitude, staying alert to the squirrels and bunnies and cats and other wildlife of the rear of the property, and to the dogs and people and more dogs that attempt to linger along the rolling lawn of the front of our abode. And, it's a wonderful little life, filled with much time to rest and recuperate from all of our activities.
But some people (cough, cough) think that it would be good for us to "get out more", to "meet other [their words] dogs", to "develop more social skills." Well, we are offended by these implications. Oh, sure, this past weekend when people came to our house, Rozi greeted them with her cute little nips, but we're pretty sure that no skin was broken and no blood spilled, although we have unlisted our phone number just in case. But, we're good dogs; everyone tells us so.
And, yet.
Today, we were taken away for an interview at a "camp" so that we could have some time each week to run around and play with other puppies. Can you believe it? We? We two girls are expected to mingle with animals who were probably not raised in fine hotels, as we were?!!?!?!
But, it would seem that we were outvoted, and had to take a trip in the car. Although we wanted to protest, there was very little that we could do, since the allure of the leash and harness is too much for us, especially little Rozi. When she sees those pieces of hardware and cloth, she just sort of loses it. And, so thinking that we were going to go for a walk, we didn't complain. Hah!
So off we went, bundled up in our colorful harnesses, and fearful that we were going to go to the groomer or even - gasp - the vet. But, the way we were going in the car was unusual to us, and so we were very confused about what was happening. When we go to the groomer, we are only in the car for a little while, which means that Rozi barks and yips and whines for about 10 minutes. This time, she kept it up for something like twice that, while Izzi looked out the window for squirrels and bunnies that might be running along side the car.
After a while, we got to a place that had a gigantic fence and inside the fence were dogs.
And, so we wanted to go and play, too. And, a man opened up a gate in the fence, and we could go inside and play with only some of the dogs. Some were very nice and I think we could be friends with them, and other ones were a little mean. They all wanted to sniff us, and we think that was a little rude, since we were just visiting, not being brought in to be child brides. And, so we did our best to keep our composure as we checked out the surroundings.
It seems like it might be nice, but we're hoping that we won't go there. Because, it is - after all - outside and there are - after all - other doggies there.
And, really, that's not our thing.
So, we finally got to get home and relax with a nice chewy bone. And, as each of us drifted off to sleep, looking forward to dreaming our little puppy dreams, we thought back to our day in the dog park and the friends that we made.
And, we can only hope that we never have to go there again.
Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip
Izzi & Rozi
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