Of course, there are also advantages, like being able to go underneath the bed when we don't want to be caught, and being able to go underneath the coffee tables when we don't want to be caught, and being able to run away from someone when we don't want to be caught. All of this is really good.
But, the one thing that's probably the worst thing about being small is that when we have any kind of illness, there are so few places for it to hide in our little bodies that we really suffer. And, that's what happening to each of us right now.
The week started quietly, and then we were schlepped away on Tuesday morning to our groomer. I know that we've talked about that before, and we both have to admit that we like being finished with the groomer, since we are all so silky and smell great. But, the getting there and the being there...not so good. When we were put into the car, we both knew something was up, because we'd been resting after our morning naps and were suddenly scooped up and taken outside, but not for a walk! No, it was to go for a ride, and we don't have really good memories of any ride that we've been on, so we knew it was trouble. While Izzi just sat on the seat, waiting for the inevitable (and hoping she wasn't going to be forced to see all those other doggies at that dog park we went to a few weeks ago), Izzi climbed on the driver and cried and shook and shook and cried. Then, as we continued, we got close the groomer and Rozi knew it! She started to sniff and smelled what was coming, so when we finally got there, she had prepared her howls and cries. But, it didn't matter. We still had to go into beauty parlor, where we were whisked into the back and [unspeakable things].
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| Am I Izzi? |
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| Or, am I Izzi? |
But, our mama came and rescued us and we got a special treat: scrambled eggs, which we both wolfed down. And, we know it's hard to tell, but this is each of us having our treats. Yes, we had the same little bandanas when we came home, but we've each taken care of that!
The next day (and unrelated to the visit, we think), Izzi started to feel unwell. She was shaking her head in a very strange way, and our mama was worried about her. When our mama touched Izzi's head near her ears, it hurt! So, our mama made an appointment for Izzi to visit a new doctor, but that wasn't until the next morning, so Izzi had a rough night. In the morning, she went to the new doctor (who, in her usually friendly way, she tried to bite) and found out that she did - as we all thought - have an ear infection. The doctor said that you couldn't see inside her ears well enough to see the details, but recommended packing medicine inside. Izzi didn't like this, but accepted it so that she'd feel better.
And, the next day, she did! Of course, this recovery was unfortunately coupled with a turn in the weather, which left Izzi anxious and shaking, so she's wearing her cute little pink sweater for both warmth and to make her feel a little better.
Then, there's Rozi.
She shook and shook and shook for about a day after visiting the groomer. It wasn't like she was ill; she just gets really nervous when she goes there, and this time it took a while for it to pass. But, fortunately, it did.
And, then, last night, Rozi had a lot of trouble sleeping. Our mama thought she had "kennel cough" (which was not - as Rozi hoped - a type of treat). Rozi was coughing and seemed to not be able to stop. But, then, after a very long while, whatever was bothering her was - um - taken care of by her respiratory system, and she felt better and could go back to sleep.
And, so, here we are on a lazy Saturday, recovering from our tough weeks. Like we said, we're little dogs and so after a week like this, we need to increase our nap time today from 23 to 23 1/2 hours.
And so, to bed.
Arf, Yip, Yip, Yip
Izzi & Rozi
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