As we sit here, on the brink of another solstice (the one that's in the sky's not the one that's in our driveway), we couldn't help but feel a little... well... uncomfortable in our own skins. Now, we're not talking about a metaphysical sort of discomfort; we're talking about a physical discomfort. See, our recent visit to the beauty parlor was fun, and we felt very good about ourselves after the visit, but we've both been feeling a little shaggy recently. While not us, this is what we've both felt like:
We are much to busy to make appointments for ourselves, and so we have to rely on the kindness of our mama to take care of that for us. Of course, the down side to that is that we don't know when our next visit will be, and we are always surprised when the time has arrived. We should have suspected something yesterday when we woke up and had our usual morning (quick visit outside, then back into the house to wrestle with each other for a while, then take a micro-nap, then have breakfast, then mama leaves and we get very sad until we fall asleep [average time between being sad and falling asleep: 2.7 seconds]). But, yesterday, after the visit outside and a more intense than normal wrestling match (Izzi was again victorious, but only because Rozi was enjoying lying on her back, swatting futilely at the air) we took our quick rest and then ... no breakfast! This is not a good thing, but it happens some times and it's just that we're having what our mama calls "brunch". But, not yesterday.
Next thing we knew, we were being put into little suitcases (before you call the MSPCA or child protective services, you should know that the sides are like a window screen and we can see and breathe fine). We both knew that something was about to happen, since the last time we were put into these things, we went to the doctor, but that time we got out while we were driving. This time, we had to stay in the suitcase for the whole time that we were in the car with our mama. We did everything that we could possibly do to let our mama know that we were not very happy about the circumstances: Izzi shook so much that the cup of coffee that our mama put into the car nearly turned into a coffee-flavored milk shake, and Rozi yelped and yowlped so much, our mama had to crank up Matty in the Morning just to concentrate on the drive.
We knew that we were stuck in traffic in the middle of Lexington (we could hear our mama saying words we didn't understand, but we knew that she was mad) and so when she finally stopped the car and took us out (still in our suitcases), we were happy to not be moving and yet we sensed that we were getting to wherever we were later than we were supposed to. Once the door opened to the place that we were going, we finally knew: it was time for another visit to the beauty parlor! Izzi was still shaking and Rozi was still barking when our mama left us with the people at the salon, and after a while, Izzi shook less and Rozi barked less and we spent a nice, long while enjoying the trim that we were getting.
After what seemed to be only seconds (we really do have absolutely no sense of time), our mama came back and we were so happy to see her! We were back in our suitcases, but this time we were pretty sure that we were going home. And, so we were. Once we got there, our mama let us out of our suitcases and Rozi could not wait to get in the house.
Then, it was finally (!) time for breakfast, and Izzi was hungry after a morning filled with tremors. She feels as though she shook off an ounce or two.
Rozi was happy to have some water to cool her throat after the long discussion she'd been trying to have with our mama about wishing that we both would be consulted before appointments are made for us. What if we wanted to have a play date, or had expected to be able to just sit home and relaaaaaaax?
Anyway, we've been back home for a day and we're enjoying our new 'dos. They're much lighter than what we had and it's great to be able to feel the wind against our skin when we go outside. Our mama likes that she can rub Rozi's belly more easily now, too.
And, so everything's back to norbal.
Yip, Yip, Yip, Arf,
Rozi & Izzi
We are much to busy to make appointments for ourselves, and so we have to rely on the kindness of our mama to take care of that for us. Of course, the down side to that is that we don't know when our next visit will be, and we are always surprised when the time has arrived. We should have suspected something yesterday when we woke up and had our usual morning (quick visit outside, then back into the house to wrestle with each other for a while, then take a micro-nap, then have breakfast, then mama leaves and we get very sad until we fall asleep [average time between being sad and falling asleep: 2.7 seconds]). But, yesterday, after the visit outside and a more intense than normal wrestling match (Izzi was again victorious, but only because Rozi was enjoying lying on her back, swatting futilely at the air) we took our quick rest and then ... no breakfast! This is not a good thing, but it happens some times and it's just that we're having what our mama calls "brunch". But, not yesterday.
Next thing we knew, we were being put into little suitcases (before you call the MSPCA or child protective services, you should know that the sides are like a window screen and we can see and breathe fine). We both knew that something was about to happen, since the last time we were put into these things, we went to the doctor, but that time we got out while we were driving. This time, we had to stay in the suitcase for the whole time that we were in the car with our mama. We did everything that we could possibly do to let our mama know that we were not very happy about the circumstances: Izzi shook so much that the cup of coffee that our mama put into the car nearly turned into a coffee-flavored milk shake, and Rozi yelped and yowlped so much, our mama had to crank up Matty in the Morning just to concentrate on the drive.
We knew that we were stuck in traffic in the middle of Lexington (we could hear our mama saying words we didn't understand, but we knew that she was mad) and so when she finally stopped the car and took us out (still in our suitcases), we were happy to not be moving and yet we sensed that we were getting to wherever we were later than we were supposed to. Once the door opened to the place that we were going, we finally knew: it was time for another visit to the beauty parlor! Izzi was still shaking and Rozi was still barking when our mama left us with the people at the salon, and after a while, Izzi shook less and Rozi barked less and we spent a nice, long while enjoying the trim that we were getting.
After what seemed to be only seconds (we really do have absolutely no sense of time), our mama came back and we were so happy to see her! We were back in our suitcases, but this time we were pretty sure that we were going home. And, so we were. Once we got there, our mama let us out of our suitcases and Rozi could not wait to get in the house.
Then, it was finally (!) time for breakfast, and Izzi was hungry after a morning filled with tremors. She feels as though she shook off an ounce or two.
Rozi was happy to have some water to cool her throat after the long discussion she'd been trying to have with our mama about wishing that we both would be consulted before appointments are made for us. What if we wanted to have a play date, or had expected to be able to just sit home and relaaaaaaax?
Anyway, we've been back home for a day and we're enjoying our new 'dos. They're much lighter than what we had and it's great to be able to feel the wind against our skin when we go outside. Our mama likes that she can rub Rozi's belly more easily now, too.
And, so everything's back to norbal.
Yip, Yip, Yip, Arf,
Rozi & Izzi
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