If you were to visit the library, or go to a movie theater, or flip on a TV, you'd see that one of the recurring themes in literature and art is the idea of someone who is marooned or stranded. Someone left alone to fend for themselves in an environment not of their making. While you could consider that someone who is locked in front of a TV while they "binge watch" entire seasons of mediocre TV as being "marooned" in a vast wasteland, what we're considering are situations that seem hopeless, but in which the hero/heroine have found a way to overcome and survive. Oh, and also some times get back to the place that they've left.
Books like Lord of the Flies, movies like Cast Away, and TV shows like Lost all address what happens when a person or people are cut off from the world they knew and had to learn to cope with a new, often dangerous world.
This, my friends, is the situation that Rozi found herself in earlier today.
After our mama left us (forever? we hope not!), Izzi decided it was time to let the neighbors across the street know that they'd left their garage door open.
She positioned herself in the front window and began calling out to them and to their dog to let them know that this tear in the proper placement of objects in the universe was unsettling. They eventually understood and closed the door, and Izzi - somewhat spent from a long morning of being a good neighbor - climbed onto her bench for a nap.
Not long after, the house was completely empty of people and we both enjoyed the comfort of not having to follow around anyone who had the potential of giving us treats. A double edged sword.
But, after curling up into her little pink bed, Rozi decided to see what might be going on downstairs.
She eased herself up from the bed and began to walk toward the door, but noticed that her left hind leg seemed heavier than normal. She knew that she'd been eating well recently (well, pretty much from the beginning of her existence), but didn't remember eating anything especially weighty, and certainly not something that would go directly to her thigh ("thighs" plural: maybe. But, singular: no).
She turned to see that a string had wrapped itself around one of the nails of her paw!
As she struggled to remove it, gnawing and pushing, she thought that it could be hopeless. She was able to drag herself into the bathroom, where at least she had a soft rug to sit on as she tried to free herself. The bed, while light, was heavy enough that the walk to the bathroom was exhausting, and when she finally got on the rug, she shut her eyes for a while to sleep. All this time, Izzi was still downstairs, in case the neighbors opened their garage door again.
Rozi awoke to see that she was stranded in the bathroom with this anchor of a bed keeping her from even wandering around to see if there was any food in the trash can, or slipping into the shower for sips of water. She continued to try to free herself, knowing that Izzi would be up to help her any minute, and hoping beyond hope that the two of them - even without thumbs - would be able to release Rozi from her predicament. She began to think about the life that she would have to live in the bathroom, noting how far away she was from the sink and wondering if there was a way to use the bed as a springboard to jump up for some water from her 'night time' cup, but that did not seem likely. Time passed, and she became discouraged, wondering if she'd ever see Izzi (who was still keeping an eye on the neighborhood) or our mama ever again.
Then, a ray of hope: she heard the door open downstairs and even though she knew that it was not our mama, Rozi hoped that maybe she would be rescued, even though she was too scared to call out. And, sure enough, she was discovered, and she was discovered long before she had to start eating the bath mat for nourishment!
After a small amount of surgery on the bed (now marooned, itself, in the back yard to let the sun burn away Rozi's tears), Rozi was freed! And, better still, Izzi came up to watch (not to help; to watch).
We're happy to report that Rozi is fine, and even happier to report that we both got treats: Rozi for being such a good, brave girl and Izzi because she's the Queen.
Now, we're taking naps and we're just glad that we didn't have to deal with any snake monsters, wild boars, or volleyballs.
Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip,
Izzi & Rozi
Books like Lord of the Flies, movies like Cast Away, and TV shows like Lost all address what happens when a person or people are cut off from the world they knew and had to learn to cope with a new, often dangerous world.
This, my friends, is the situation that Rozi found herself in earlier today.
After our mama left us (forever? we hope not!), Izzi decided it was time to let the neighbors across the street know that they'd left their garage door open.
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| Izzi on Neighborhood Watch |
Not long after, the house was completely empty of people and we both enjoyed the comfort of not having to follow around anyone who had the potential of giving us treats. A double edged sword.
But, after curling up into her little pink bed, Rozi decided to see what might be going on downstairs.
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| Blissfully unaware of what was about to happen |
She turned to see that a string had wrapped itself around one of the nails of her paw!
As she struggled to remove it, gnawing and pushing, she thought that it could be hopeless. She was able to drag herself into the bathroom, where at least she had a soft rug to sit on as she tried to free herself. The bed, while light, was heavy enough that the walk to the bathroom was exhausting, and when she finally got on the rug, she shut her eyes for a while to sleep. All this time, Izzi was still downstairs, in case the neighbors opened their garage door again.
Rozi awoke to see that she was stranded in the bathroom with this anchor of a bed keeping her from even wandering around to see if there was any food in the trash can, or slipping into the shower for sips of water. She continued to try to free herself, knowing that Izzi would be up to help her any minute, and hoping beyond hope that the two of them - even without thumbs - would be able to release Rozi from her predicament. She began to think about the life that she would have to live in the bathroom, noting how far away she was from the sink and wondering if there was a way to use the bed as a springboard to jump up for some water from her 'night time' cup, but that did not seem likely. Time passed, and she became discouraged, wondering if she'd ever see Izzi (who was still keeping an eye on the neighborhood) or our mama ever again.
Then, a ray of hope: she heard the door open downstairs and even though she knew that it was not our mama, Rozi hoped that maybe she would be rescued, even though she was too scared to call out. And, sure enough, she was discovered, and she was discovered long before she had to start eating the bath mat for nourishment!
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| The stranded Rozi, now being rescued by Izzi (well, Izzi was there...) |
We're happy to report that Rozi is fine, and even happier to report that we both got treats: Rozi for being such a good, brave girl and Izzi because she's the Queen.
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| Waiting for our treats |
Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip,
Izzi & Rozi
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