Where did our mama go?

Oh, boy, what a tough few days this has been for us. When we woke up a few days ago, it didn't seem any different than any other day: we ran around, then our mama made us breakfast, then we ran around and played with each other a bit, and then - exhausted - we took a day-long nap. Then, when our mama came home, she picked us up and gave us kisses, and then she made our dinner, and then we played and rested.

What happened next should have been a hint that this was going to be a day that was not like other days: our mama took her big pink box on wheels down the stairs and out of the house. Now, Izzi had seen it on the bedroom floor a few days earlier and she cried a little (even though she wasn't sure why). She had a sort of a bad memory about it, but she wasn't sure why. This wasn't one of the blue boxes that our mama sometimes puts us in when we're going to the spa or to visit Grammy. This was one that was bigger. Anyway, she took it down the stairs and then she gave us hugs and then she got into a car in our yard, a car that we didn't recognize so we barked at it (but it didn't leave). As we watched, though, the car left and our mama was inside. Since we are small, we could not see where it went, but we were sure that she would come home soon and we'd go to sleep with her (and maybe play "pup tent") and then wake up and have another day that was just like every other day.

But, when it was dark outside, our mama was not home. Evan told us that we could come into his bed with him, which we thought was a little strange, but we tried it for about 13 seconds. Then, we came back out to look for our mama. We spent the night on the couch looking for her, and we took turns being on guard with the other one sleeping. Although, most of the time, each of us thought the other was on guard so we both slept. When the morning came, our mama was still not home and Evan made us our breakfast. We were a little worried, but not too much since we like to eat and the food took our minds off of our troubles. Then, we took naps and played and soon it was time for dinner and Evan made us dinner. And, when it got dark, we didn't want to go into his room, so we stayed near the couch and we cried a lot (mostly Izzi) since our mama was not home.

Would she ever come home? We didn't know. We don't know how to discern the passing of time, and so all we knew was that when it is dark outside and we are tired, we go to sleep with our mama. And, it had been dark already one time and we went to sleep on the couch and it was about to be dark another time and still no mama. So, after the crying we tried to look for her but we were both tired and we slept a lot, sure that she would be home when we woke up.

But, she wasn't. So, it was another round of eat, play, sleep, play, sleep, eat, cry, cry, cry as we paced around the living room. The big pieces of ice that were making it hard for us to see into the driveway were starting to get smaller but that didn't help. Still no mama.

Rozi was sure that she would never see our mama again, but Izzi thought that she just went out to get us some chicken and with the time change one day, maybe we both just were confused about how long she had been away. But, there was another day of eating and playing and no mama. And, then another day.

We know that we were making a lot of noise about being sad, as if our crying would bring our mama home sooner, but it didn't seem to work. And, the other thing was that every so often, we felt that we were being watched. It was as though an eye from outer space had snuck into our house and was watching us as we took our nap or as we looked out the window or as we cried. I'll be that this strange eye probably heard us make sounds that were outside of the range of human hearing, but it's not our fault: we were sad.

Then, one day, we saw a car in the driveway and it was dark but we knew it was our mama. We knew it! As she was walking to the house, we were so excited that we ran out to get her (thankful that the door had been opened). We kissed her and we kissed her and we kissed her 'cause we missed her. And, then she came in and we were so happy. She gave us treats but all we wanted was to be held and she did that and we were happy happy happy.

Then, we were bored and went back to taking a nap.

Now, Izzi has a new place to rest, and Rozi is hungry.

Afr, Yip, Yip, Arf,
Izzi & Rozi

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