The two of us have generally enjoyed the luxury of being able to spend the majority of our days asleep. Now, while we realize that many people will say "so do I", we believe that they're speaking metaphorically, noting that their days float by in a haze, with one day seeming pretty much like the next, and the only differentiation is that some days, the cafeteria has tacos. But, when we say this, we really mean it.
We waking up as late as possible (every now and then, we have to get up early because our mama is up and out of the house early for something like her task-bunny thing, but that's okay because there are other days - like today - where we get to rest and sleep for a long time before it's time to get out of bed). Then, we have our breakfast and then it's time for the nap-wake cycle to begin (on most days, this is a 90/10 split, but if the mean men are using big trucks to rip up our street, it's more like 50/50 and if there's no school and people are walking by our house, it's 10/90). We enjoy these rests since it allows us enough energy to make it through dinner, after which we pad around for a while and then go to sleep.
But, recently, this "home" was converted (at least part of the time) to a "work space". Without anyone asking our opinions (well, to be honest, maybe they did but it could have been when we were having peanut butter or cheese or peanut butter on cheese, and when we're in "the zone" we don't listen so good and we agree to pretty much anything), the day became a time where computers were being used and keys were being pressed and very loud telephone calls were being made. It made it very difficult for each of us to get the full 19.5 hours (22.5 on the weekends) of sleep that we need to keep up our youthful exuberance.
It was a real distraction when Rozi wanted to just sit in her green bed, on top of the heater (especially now that the weather has turned a little chilly),
and there were voices coming from all directions or maybe just one direction but it was enough to make drifting into REM slip much much longer. One day, in fact, it took nearly 10 seconds!
We eventually got used to it but then - last week - there was a shift. All of the noise and computers were moved out of our combination dining/sleeping/wrestling room and into the part of the house that we can't go into unless there's company and then we get shoved down a windowless hallway where all we can do is wail and maybe have some of the snacks that are left for us. But, this move was right down that windowless hall and into a room that we're not usually allowed into. We don't know what is going on, but it's taking both of us quite a while to get used to the new arrangement.
It was, in fact, just today that Rozi finally felt like maybe it was worth doing some of her napping in there, and so she found a nice fluffy pillow next to a heater and was able to nod off pretty easily (well, if you call 8 seconds easy).
Thing is, there are now words being used that we are not used to hearing. Like, the place that the computer (and Rozi) spend the day is now "the office". The room that we go to when our mama bakes and gives us ice cream is now the "break room". And, the room where Izzi stands lookout for when people walk on our sidewalk, and so she has to spend minutes telling them to "keep moving" is now being called "Reception". We don't know what any of these words mean, but we heard that the "break room" will soon have a new snack and so maybe that's not a bad thing.
Still, we're not at a point where we accept all of these changes. After all, we're just a couple of little puppies but we have needs just like anyone else. We need to have at least two meals a day. We need to have our special treat before we go to bed. We need to have water at night when we're thirsty (sometimes, we'll even walk to get it, but we do prefer when it's brought to us).
And, now, we need to find name plates so that when visitors come, they know where to find us.
Arf, Arf, Arf, Yip,
Izzi & Rozi
We waking up as late as possible (every now and then, we have to get up early because our mama is up and out of the house early for something like her task-bunny thing, but that's okay because there are other days - like today - where we get to rest and sleep for a long time before it's time to get out of bed). Then, we have our breakfast and then it's time for the nap-wake cycle to begin (on most days, this is a 90/10 split, but if the mean men are using big trucks to rip up our street, it's more like 50/50 and if there's no school and people are walking by our house, it's 10/90). We enjoy these rests since it allows us enough energy to make it through dinner, after which we pad around for a while and then go to sleep.
But, recently, this "home" was converted (at least part of the time) to a "work space". Without anyone asking our opinions (well, to be honest, maybe they did but it could have been when we were having peanut butter or cheese or peanut butter on cheese, and when we're in "the zone" we don't listen so good and we agree to pretty much anything), the day became a time where computers were being used and keys were being pressed and very loud telephone calls were being made. It made it very difficult for each of us to get the full 19.5 hours (22.5 on the weekends) of sleep that we need to keep up our youthful exuberance.
It was a real distraction when Rozi wanted to just sit in her green bed, on top of the heater (especially now that the weather has turned a little chilly),
We eventually got used to it but then - last week - there was a shift. All of the noise and computers were moved out of our combination dining/sleeping/wrestling room and into the part of the house that we can't go into unless there's company and then we get shoved down a windowless hallway where all we can do is wail and maybe have some of the snacks that are left for us. But, this move was right down that windowless hall and into a room that we're not usually allowed into. We don't know what is going on, but it's taking both of us quite a while to get used to the new arrangement.
It was, in fact, just today that Rozi finally felt like maybe it was worth doing some of her napping in there, and so she found a nice fluffy pillow next to a heater and was able to nod off pretty easily (well, if you call 8 seconds easy).
And, now, we need to find name plates so that when visitors come, they know where to find us.
Arf, Arf, Arf, Yip,
Izzi & Rozi
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