One of the fun things about living in our fantastic house is
how much space there is for us to run around. We have lots of room to play and
run around, there’s plenty of cool wood flooring for Rozi to lay on to cool off
her belly, and we can get a lot of exercise just following our mama around!
But, the most best part of the house is that there are lots
of stairs to climb. Even though we’ve been here for over a month and a half,
Rozi just figured out how to get from the first floor to the second. Izzi, of
course, mastered that not long after seeing the stairs (keep that thought in
mind...foreshadowing!). Rozi now can even get up to the top floor, and since we
don’t go up there much, Rozi’s visits are usually just to check out the place
and see if there is anything up there worth spending time with. So far, no.
Which brings us to the other night.
We were sleeping and snuggling with our mama when Izzi
decided that she wanted a little bit of water and a late-night snack. A very
late-night snack. And, since she’s a lady, she didn’t want to wake everyone by
barking and howling, which is what some others (whose name we are keeping to
ourselves, but it’s Rozi) might do. Instead, she cried for a while until our
mama decided to help by gently lifting her off the bed and placing her on the
floor.
Now, remember, this was in the middle of the night, so the
house was very dark, except for the cute little lights that are near the floor
to help us walk when it’s night time. And, it’s a good thing we had those small
lights because Izzi then took a stroll all the way down the stairs! See, she knew
that the water and the food that she likes to nibble on are down there. And,
she wanted a little of each, and she didn’t want to make our mama or our butler
carry her down the stairs (although both of us do enjoy being carried since it
saves the wear and tear on our cute little legs). So, down the stairs she
trotted just to satisfy this late-night craving.
Since it was late and we are not allowed to use cell phones
so we could not take a picture, we don’t have a good photo of what the stairs
looked like to show you, but here’s what they look like in the daytime:
Having satisfied her urge, she then wandered around for a
while deciding whether to just collapse and relax on our blue blanket or our
grey blanket or our round bed or our square bed (perhaps, another time, we will
write an essay to tell you more about each one and why we enjoy each, but now
is not that time). She ultimately decided that she would just head back
upstairs.
But, now it was a little later and a little darker and while
it’s kind of easy to go downstairs (worst case: you slip a little and roll but
there’s carpet so it’s all good), it’s harder to go back up. You have to
properly judge where each step starts and stops and how many of them and also
it was late and after a nice snack, Izzi was a bit sleepy and didn’t have the
energy she’s had just a few minutes before.
So, reluctantly, she cried just a little. Not enough to wake
the neighbors but enough so that our mama knew that it was time to go down and
check to see if she was okay. Which, of course, she was. Now came the trip
upstairs in mama’s arms and even though Izzi would have liked to make it back
up the stairs by herself, she was happy to be carried as she started to slip
back into her slumber.
The next morning, fed and refreshed, both of us enjoyed the
morning sun and Izzi thought about her adventure while relaxing on the blue blanket.
It was quite a night, and she’s happy that she got to have a
snack, got to have a little water, and - most importantly - got to have a few
extra moments of “alone time” with mama as she was scooped up and placed gently
back in our bed.
By the way, as all this was going on, Rozi didn’t move. Not
even one inch.
Arf, Yip, Arf, Arf,
Izzi & Rozi
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