We think that it was President Franklin D. Roosevelt who said, "the only thing we have to fear is fear but fear itself." It's pretty clear that President Roosevelt never had to contend with a device that is so evil that it is the blackest of black and so frightening that it needs to have light shone upon it to keep it at bay.
We are talking, of course, about the stove in our house.
Yes, we're a couple of pretty daring little puppies, running around our back yard without much worry or anxiety as we poke our little noses into the bushes and walk to the edge of - and sometimes the middle of - the forest that lies beyond that great green dog park behind our house. We chase after squirrels and bunnies without concern for our bodies or the damage that the running might do to the dog park.We're not fearful when a stranger walks in front of our house, even if that stranger has a dog that thinks it's bigger than we are (it's wrong; we're massive!), and when we begin to yell at the person and/or the dog, they leave the property pretty quickly.
But, these are things that are of nature, things that we have reached an understanding with and have achieved a sort of an equilibrium: this is our home and no one and nothing will ever stop us from protecting it (except if you stop us to rub our bellies or to give us a treat...then we need to shift our focus for a few minutes).
But, when it comes to the many strange devices that are in our home, devices that we are not allowed to operate or in any way control, our level of anxiety goes through the woof (see what we did there?). And, so we know that there is some kind of machine that our mama puts her fingers on and then there is a noise and then the noise runs through our little bodies and we get a whisper of worriedness. An atom of anxiousness. A nub of nervousness. A soupcon of scardy-ness.
For Izzi, this has been going on for a while, and she's pretty sure that it relates to the awful days when our mama made her wear the most unattractive necklace before she went outside and not only was is tres gauche, it also had the uncanny ability to make her little body shiver if she went too far. And, the sound that this machine that our mama touches makes is very much like that and the Proustian rush that Izzi gets from hearing that sound triggers a bad feeling in her and so she shakes. Rozi, on the other hand, has mostly just ignored this machine and its wretched noises, but lately she's gotten (nearly) as troubled as Izzi.
One of the problems that we have, of course, is that we can't really see anything that towers over us, like the counters in our kitchen or the inside of the spa that our mama puts us in to give us our baths and sometimes a special foot soak. Hence, when one of these many "too high" objects bothers us, it's hard for us to see. But, when we get picked up and held and someone (usually our mama, since our mama is the best) tells us it's going to be okay, we can sometimes see this monster that makes us shake so much. We don't know why our mama (and other people) push on this thing; don't they know that the thing is usually nice and quiet but that when they push on it it makes an awful noise?
We're writing this now, as it happens, not long after a very long morning and afternoon of trauma. We think that it lasted for four or five minutes, so we now need the rest of the afternoon and most of the night to recover. But, just because the awfulness is in the past, it does not mean that it won't start that thing that it does, and it also could happen at any time. So, we're going to do what we can to unwind and put it out of our heads so that we can get the solid 16 to 18 hours of sleep we need for the part of the day that we're not in bed.
Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip
Izzi & Rozi
We are talking, of course, about the stove in our house.
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| We're waiting for the terror to abate. |
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| Pick us up! |
But, when it comes to the many strange devices that are in our home, devices that we are not allowed to operate or in any way control, our level of anxiety goes through the woof (see what we did there?). And, so we know that there is some kind of machine that our mama puts her fingers on and then there is a noise and then the noise runs through our little bodies and we get a whisper of worriedness. An atom of anxiousness. A nub of nervousness. A soupcon of scardy-ness.
For Izzi, this has been going on for a while, and she's pretty sure that it relates to the awful days when our mama made her wear the most unattractive necklace before she went outside and not only was is tres gauche, it also had the uncanny ability to make her little body shiver if she went too far. And, the sound that this machine that our mama touches makes is very much like that and the Proustian rush that Izzi gets from hearing that sound triggers a bad feeling in her and so she shakes. Rozi, on the other hand, has mostly just ignored this machine and its wretched noises, but lately she's gotten (nearly) as troubled as Izzi.
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| Who is having their pizza now? |
One of the problems that we have, of course, is that we can't really see anything that towers over us, like the counters in our kitchen or the inside of the spa that our mama puts us in to give us our baths and sometimes a special foot soak. Hence, when one of these many "too high" objects bothers us, it's hard for us to see. But, when we get picked up and held and someone (usually our mama, since our mama is the best) tells us it's going to be okay, we can sometimes see this monster that makes us shake so much. We don't know why our mama (and other people) push on this thing; don't they know that the thing is usually nice and quiet but that when they push on it it makes an awful noise?
We're writing this now, as it happens, not long after a very long morning and afternoon of trauma. We think that it lasted for four or five minutes, so we now need the rest of the afternoon and most of the night to recover. But, just because the awfulness is in the past, it does not mean that it won't start that thing that it does, and it also could happen at any time. So, we're going to do what we can to unwind and put it out of our heads so that we can get the solid 16 to 18 hours of sleep we need for the part of the day that we're not in bed.
Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip
Izzi & Rozi
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