tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19015324478806122792024-03-24T09:53:32.010-04:00Izzi and Rozi, the Maltese Puppies!Two little Maltese girls, trying to get our 23 hours a day of sleep while waiting for another treat.Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.comBlogger329125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-80212514212444267302024-03-24T09:51:00.004-04:002024-03-24T09:52:16.393-04:00Whole Lotta Rozi (but not Izzi)<p data-pm-slice="1 1 []">In our home, music often plays. When we're trying to sleep (which is most of the time), it's soothing to have music lull us to sleep. And, when we're eating (our plates or - in the case of Rozi - both plates), the music helps us digest the yummy food that our mama makes for us.</p><p>We've noticed that two songs play every now and then that make Rozi happy and Izzi sad because they're only about one of us.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BL58K-3XGKs" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="605" data-original-width="599" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc1qB1R0z85t68AWYj-7VFh5SZUvBczfX0N-KPUIVlW0Y3fyYQdK8pYm6LsbhoNBOL3BybQFpahXi89nxZ3dmUfZy5O0G7mec4-xTI6q7IjYkmomgLXj9zEbNytz_B0wUUvlwd6Uv55lrfNJX1iSjXfrSfEIB9wN-AN90cKg3DJVqduClM158k2gVr8QE/w198-h200/WLR.jpeg" width="198" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />The first is called, "A Whole Lotta Rozi" by someone that we think is called acey deecy, but we're not sure because no one tells us who is making the music in our house.<p></p><p>This music is especially fun for Rozi since the people in the song sing about her and say things like, "You're a whole lotta woman; whole lotta Rozi". Now, that's one way of describing little Rozi, and she loves it when they talk about her.</p><p>Of course, Izzi is sad that they don't talk about her, but then again, there's not a whole lot of Izzi (because she's dainty), so she doesn't mind (too much).</p><p>The second song is called "Rozi," and it starts with "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MiwNcCQiBCY">Everything is Roz</a>i," which makes Izzi sad because everything is not Rozi; it's Izzi <i>and</i> Rozi (but mostly Izzi). So, when that music is in our house, Rozi falls asleep happily, while Izzi is a little bit sad. And yet, we both fall asleep so that we can get our 16 to 18 hours of naps in between meals.</p><p>Maybe someday someone will write a song about Izzi, but until they do, we both have to accept that Rozi is both a whole lotta woman and that everything (ha!) is about her.</p><p>Arf, Yip, Yip, Arf,</p><p>Izzi & Rozi</p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-63278531375678030422024-02-01T08:57:00.000-05:002024-02-01T08:57:13.137-05:00Sweet!<p>We know that it's been a while since we told you all about what we are doing, but there's a reason for that: we're getting older, and we prefer to just sleep and eat and then sleep some more, after which we like to nap and have a sip or three of water and then sleep again. As you can see, our days are filled, so to take time to talk to our stenographer about what is on our minds is exhausting.</p><p>Never mind the fact that we are up and ready to go long before the sun, and by the time anyone with the ability to type on computers has similarly awoken (awakened?), we've lost interest. </p><p>Hence, there has been a (relatively) long gap since our last correspondence.</p><p>But something happened yesterday that we had to talk about: our mama made yummy cookies, and she let us have a little of it. And we didn't even have to wait for her to put the cookie dough in the oven....we got it while it was still gooey and sweet, and it was the highlight of our day (aside from the good naps that we had)!<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexUt_l1qa2pKUuBM4EqseQDM92YKjCuNVd4IRyVrC8cszUxpGaGlGji2iQ0aPHJtUR5XFAUdsCvOGNZCcu2aR3O4-wloGEp1ulQL5tociURcHqXib77eclWxLfuyENd7uh9PwQ9ByihyphenhyphenCr_-T9q78C2ORe5geDmWnsZhFA4AfGq4qisqiE_HBuGPlQRU/s3404/20240131_200928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3404" data-original-width="2290" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexUt_l1qa2pKUuBM4EqseQDM92YKjCuNVd4IRyVrC8cszUxpGaGlGji2iQ0aPHJtUR5XFAUdsCvOGNZCcu2aR3O4-wloGEp1ulQL5tociURcHqXib77eclWxLfuyENd7uh9PwQ9ByihyphenhyphenCr_-T9q78C2ORe5geDmWnsZhFA4AfGq4qisqiE_HBuGPlQRU/w269-h400/20240131_200928.jpg" title="Lemon cookie dough!" width="269" /></a></div><p>Our mama has changed the food that we get for dinner (she says that both (!) of us have boo-boo parts of our insides, but we do not understand what that means) and so even though our food for dinner is still good, there are times that it's a little bland (We mean; have you ever had the same meal for breakfast and dinner for weeks in a row? See!?!?!?).</p><p>So, when we have the chance to have something that has so many good flavors in it and it also soft (which is especially good for Izzi, due to her having nearly zero teeth) we get super excited. </p><p>Anyway, we <em>did</em> want to let all of our fans know that we are doing great and that it's time for us to have a nap.</p><p>Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip</p><p>Izzi & Rozi</p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-15111365051470501022023-05-20T08:31:00.001-04:002023-05-20T08:31:38.851-04:00Food, Glorious Food!<p> It's not bad, the way we get our nutrition every day. It's not like it could not be better, but it's pretty sweet. All things considered.</p><p>You see, the way that it works is that two times (sadly, only two times) every day, we have our food presented to us and we go about the fun task of eating it. </p><p>Our mama tells someone to "set a timer for..." some number of seconds, and we don't know numbers so we don't know what that means but what we do know is that there is a quiet time and then all of a sudden there is a ding ding ding and we know that it's time to eat. </p><p>But, we cannot (or - better - should not) eat until we are told to "let's eat!". Then, because half of us are dainty, we get picked up and kissed on the head and gently placed in front of our plates. We will admit that it is a little frustrating to know that we can eat but that we have to wait for this magical lifting into the air and being put down right in front of the plate because we're big girls and we could walk over to the plate by ourselves. Still, it's nice to get the kiss and also to be put right in front of our meals.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmx5kQATzf5O6EnKLkZFs7OSNQm9hFS_n4jW5x4nZhvV8TVm3K0bDc6aR6EFP1xhtBIQ1-KqDIL2zctVlizVjyxDI5H8aKCDZ7iuZSjoWj5YGdc9YhvxUrQYNbgxQ87y20k1f_WypdXsPA13y5Wp4T_mo0VtlMhJMVhnjqNx-cT45YA5Wo_HEQZG2z/s3323/Izzi%20food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1786" data-original-width="3323" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmx5kQATzf5O6EnKLkZFs7OSNQm9hFS_n4jW5x4nZhvV8TVm3K0bDc6aR6EFP1xhtBIQ1-KqDIL2zctVlizVjyxDI5H8aKCDZ7iuZSjoWj5YGdc9YhvxUrQYNbgxQ87y20k1f_WypdXsPA13y5Wp4T_mo0VtlMhJMVhnjqNx-cT45YA5Wo_HEQZG2z/s320/Izzi%20food.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOEPxHw38fP_MVLgKs4VDX6KPkXIUjhzsQRHlW27KFESU71ZqTHxPFdKPdKgKjqZg_2lwzJi9jo-KK1H5fH53CVeXYQik6egO5lIBpCPEy5DiWr0TeZBndoTH6gsIoUUnq1oQN-JjlxM7EliHTK96Ul2K8wn5oyYhIeM7qnhPviCjtCOlig88MfJg/s3070/Rozi%20food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1829" data-original-width="3070" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOEPxHw38fP_MVLgKs4VDX6KPkXIUjhzsQRHlW27KFESU71ZqTHxPFdKPdKgKjqZg_2lwzJi9jo-KK1H5fH53CVeXYQik6egO5lIBpCPEy5DiWr0TeZBndoTH6gsIoUUnq1oQN-JjlxM7EliHTK96Ul2K8wn5oyYhIeM7qnhPviCjtCOlig88MfJg/s320/Rozi%20food.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>We mean: imagine if this happened to our mama or other creatures that are not puppies: you would be watching your TV or reading your books or updating your profile on LinkedIn when you would hear a ding ding ding and then you would be lifted into the air and kissed on your head and put gently in front of your food. No walking, no shuffling, no tension. Just getting moved from one thing that you are doing to another one and without even having to think about it. Wouldn't that be great?</p><p>Well it's how our meals start, and it's one of the reasons that we love our mama so much.</p><p>Once our breakfast or dinner starts, for Izzi, that means nibbling at the plate and perhaps taking a stalk or two of broccoli from the plate to a more comfortable location (our mama calls it "the living room rug"), then returning for another morsel or two until the combination of food and exercise is sufficient for a meal.</p><p>Rozi, on the other hand, typically puts her face on her plate and does not come up for air until the plate is empty. We know that our mama makes sure that we have yummy food to eat, like the broccoli we already talked about and some chicken, and every once in a while a special treat, like bacon or roast beef. And, of course, she puts our special food on our plates to be sure that we are getting all the important vitamins and minerals we need to be able to sleep for 8 of the next 9 hours.</p><p>We know that our mama wants us to be strong girls with good bones and shiny fur, and that's why she gives us such good things to eat.</p><p>If we had one complaint, it's (and we hate to say this).... not enough.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSLjQajF6ZgJxDOvblWoyxmqqfCK19oIarKeRM9wr3u6je9HrutwJeD19VA4vMXK2gcdKgeRRI0VB4fncyqdQBQyEX7XvfGjoHG1f4s6xHZ4f9BrADlDMMswMICSiW3zfvdObZBFAdFjvkcRej6ji81s4WHo3g7aE8MQjCR3NrPhTiiwWFY8LUWWE/s474/Oliver.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="474" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSLjQajF6ZgJxDOvblWoyxmqqfCK19oIarKeRM9wr3u6je9HrutwJeD19VA4vMXK2gcdKgeRRI0VB4fncyqdQBQyEX7XvfGjoHG1f4s6xHZ4f9BrADlDMMswMICSiW3zfvdObZBFAdFjvkcRej6ji81s4WHo3g7aE8MQjCR3NrPhTiiwWFY8LUWWE/s320/Oliver.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p>You see, we are very hungry girls every morning, and we both finish our breakfasts (although sometimes we will "help" the other one by nibbling away at the plate that is not ours when we feel that the other one needs a little help to join the "clean plate club"). When we're done, even though we know that our mama has planned the meal so that we get the right amount, we're sad because we would like to be able to eat more.</p><p>The same thing happens in the nighttime when we know that we need to get as much food in our bellies for the long night since we won't be able to eat again until the morning time.</p><p>So, if you are listening mama, it would be a really nice thing if you put a little more food on our plates. You <em>know</em> that we get exercise every morning before breakfast, so it's not as though we spend the entire day doing nothing. And, even when it seems like we have just plopped down and sprawled out unconsciously on the floor of the living room (Rozi) or on the bed in the special place that we all sleep (Izzi), the fact is that we are burning off calories by making sure that if there are any other doggies or birds or leaves that pass by the house, we have to be alert and bark (Rozi) or whine (Izzi) at them so that they go away.</p><p>Still, we love the food that our mama gives us and are happy that we have to do so little to be able to enjoy it.</p><p>But would it be so bad to give us just a little more food?</p><p>Arf, Yip, Yip, Yip</p><p>Izzi & Rozi</p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0Arlington, MA, USA42.4153925 -71.156472914.105158663821157 -106.3127229 70.725626336178848 -36.0002229tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-2503286395484478502023-03-05T11:45:00.001-05:002023-03-05T11:57:53.517-05:00Nailed it!<p data-pm-slice="1 1 []">We have not updated this blog much in the last few months; that's because everything is great where we are: mama gives us yummy food every day, we have lots of comfy places to sleep and the morning walks are fun and give us exercise, and we snuggle with our mama in bed every night (except when she went away for a few days and we were very sad but Izzi knew that she would come back and Rozi was fed every day, so it was all fine). So, our lives have been really good.</p><p>No problems.</p><p>Until last night.</p><p>As we were getting ready for bed, we both went upstairs to get ourselves ready: Izzi walked up by herself, and Rozi got a lift. We were walking around our bedroom when Izzi decided to go downstairs one more time for reasons that she would like to keep secret. After a few minutes of getting ready for bed, our mama wandered where Izzi was. She was not in her little bed, she was not in the closet, and she was not under the bed (that's Rose's "special space"), so our mama was confused. She sent her helper back downstairs to see if Izzi could be found and before Izzi was found, blood was seen on the steps! Then, more blood was seen across the floor and the rug, and then Izzi was spotted in the hallway, shaking a little.</p><p>Mama quickly came down the stairs and picked up Izzi (gently) while Rozi followed, hoping there would be a treat involved. There was not.</p><p>Mama could see that Izzi's front left paw was where the problem was, and took Izzi (very gently) to the sink so that our mama (being a good mama!) could wash her paw to see what the problem was. But, even our mama could not be sure what had happened, so she decided to take Izzi to the <a href="https://veterinaryemergencygroup.com/locations/cambridge-ma/">special emergency vet</a> where she'd been once before.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjy35YH-jMB4xnsbu14QfZlOOiPmu8-CwVXJcAncLuXaWeCXafCphIjiHNySJMClq5TyNAyuDMo4JttUdnR7AHeqoiWY_ZKv8B02zS-hT1BVU6GZisRWNJlaa5VSFr8u_cwifZjX70jIaxJvHgDN4J2SMq7W-1S7oLgZ1wV07sZyd3uWxctHCEzod/s1600/Izzi%20VEG%2030423.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjy35YH-jMB4xnsbu14QfZlOOiPmu8-CwVXJcAncLuXaWeCXafCphIjiHNySJMClq5TyNAyuDMo4JttUdnR7AHeqoiWY_ZKv8B02zS-hT1BVU6GZisRWNJlaa5VSFr8u_cwifZjX70jIaxJvHgDN4J2SMq7W-1S7oLgZ1wV07sZyd3uWxctHCEzod/s320/Izzi%20VEG%2030423.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />Piling into the car, mama got her to the vet quickly, and the people at the vet were super nice to Izzi; she felt safe. They took her heartbeat (200!) and her temperature from her ear (100) and then weighed her (3.1kg), and then she quietly waited for the doctor to examine her paw.<p></p><p>Doctor Estes was very kind and looked at Izzy's boo-boo paw and figured out that Izzi had lost a nail! </p><p>The doctor cleaned the paw really well and then put on some special medicine to help the bleeding stop and make Izzi feel better. Then, to be safe (she said), she clipped all of Izzy's nails, so it was a mani-pedi night!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRLAzHU-O-OibGDTTt7Hd4JM7VqtvSc7lhd3-YhazUtsdkNedOAVNLUWvh07dtOnytB7SxXdlAhtjoQDhv-5gP3sZu81A_tXtZ-u31Hd61ud2HO8Am7qoAFLUL2yg33kn27AiPmfsDl6BIOixns2mxxcwDMhTWlGGLP1Na3seCK1OKGC0vjQ5gwv7/s928/Nails.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="928" data-original-width="330" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRLAzHU-O-OibGDTTt7Hd4JM7VqtvSc7lhd3-YhazUtsdkNedOAVNLUWvh07dtOnytB7SxXdlAhtjoQDhv-5gP3sZu81A_tXtZ-u31Hd61ud2HO8Am7qoAFLUL2yg33kn27AiPmfsDl6BIOixns2mxxcwDMhTWlGGLP1Na3seCK1OKGC0vjQ5gwv7/s320/Nails.jpg" width="114" /></a></div><br />Finally, Izzi got some other special medicine to make her feel better, and mama was relieved that Izzi was fine even though little Izzi was sad that she lost her nail.<p></p><p>When Izzi and mama got home, Rozi was waiting (hoping that the errand involved bringing her a treat), and mama really did have treats ready for everyone, Izzi was not feeling great, so she did not eat hers, but Rozi ate hers with relish (as in, "with enjoyment" not "what you put on a hot dog).</p><p>There was a search for the missing nail, and - sure enough - it was found near the bottom of the steps, right where we thought it might be. We were not sure what to do with it, but our mama said we should keep it as a souvenir, so it's now tucked away somewhere that we don't know, but we hope is a safe place for missing nails.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6NoDpmJyHeMwnIcGWhaXdTNjwSBIKttXI1bwvUB1hKf8mF5dqjVQDA62g-h1yIQqLR-VcvjTvMc3VPlShJFeygeBb_eoaYzt_aFepJod6X6z7y9ESAGYJlHxDOpX_18zituS8AMy20uX49skXcAdW95WDqN_w_zhUM2C34GvtNL26Mc9Dv-RcypN/s1225/20230304_225309.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Not a cashew." border="0" data-original-height="1135" data-original-width="1225" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6NoDpmJyHeMwnIcGWhaXdTNjwSBIKttXI1bwvUB1hKf8mF5dqjVQDA62g-h1yIQqLR-VcvjTvMc3VPlShJFeygeBb_eoaYzt_aFepJod6X6z7y9ESAGYJlHxDOpX_18zituS8AMy20uX49skXcAdW95WDqN_w_zhUM2C34GvtNL26Mc9Dv-RcypN/w200-h185/20230304_225309.jpg" title="The culprit!" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p>Then, it was time to end a very stressful night, and we all got into bed. Izzi's paw was 1000% better (mama said) and we all settled down and snuggled in for the night.</p><p>Izzi was hopeful that the Nail Fairy would come at night and leave her a gift, but there were no special treats when we woke up. Maybe the Nail Fairy didn't get the message about Izzi soon enough?</p><p>Anyway, this morning Izzi stayed in so that her boo-boo paw can recover, so Rozi got a walk all by herself.</p><p>Now, we are just resting and looking forward to catching up on some of the sleep that we missed last night due to all of the excitement.</p><p>Yip, Yip, Arf, Yip</p><p>Izzi & Rozi </p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-39043857590913719002022-08-24T09:15:00.001-04:002022-08-24T09:15:42.808-04:00Oh, Canada.<p>In our home, there are usually just four of us living her: the two of us, our mama, and the other person (who is here so that we can get up the stairs to our bed without mussing our paws, otherwise it would just be the two of us and our mama living here).</p><p>But, for the last few days (or weeks, or months, or years because we have no sense of "time"), we've had two new friends in our home: Darcey and some guy. They have puppies where they are from but we have not - mostly - met them. Except for the time that Izzi got to fly with mama to a place that was very far away and when she got there she met Scarlett.</p><p>But, we have never met Arthur or Benson, both of whom seem very cute and we wish we could meet but now that Izzi is older, she would shake and cry the whole time on the airplane and Rozi would bark too much and we would have to leave the plane and walk, so we are not flying anywhere and will have to be friends with the other puppies from a distance.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRp5l4mInp2lHLMWeeNwcyUTzcs5oXyQPt7oadyEbBIzRy5BvvC-CDLJza9_gXj1p8-wfgvWRkHUwV_dZc5pm0xz0Kosk7UoHdhLHUmUl9SgvQZq4aGbHyMSCBeyc3hiYob5gNSg8f4I1J8Qv27cHIxt54I3F66GxYtLY6i1Na0TL2Fj01i9Tq-AXx/s640/IMG_0560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRp5l4mInp2lHLMWeeNwcyUTzcs5oXyQPt7oadyEbBIzRy5BvvC-CDLJza9_gXj1p8-wfgvWRkHUwV_dZc5pm0xz0Kosk7UoHdhLHUmUl9SgvQZq4aGbHyMSCBeyc3hiYob5gNSg8f4I1J8Qv27cHIxt54I3F66GxYtLY6i1Na0TL2Fj01i9Tq-AXx/s320/IMG_0560.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Our mama was worried when these new friends came to visit that we would forget to be good girls, but she was wrong! Every time we see Darcey we are very happy and we like to sit with her and be petted by her and snuggle with her. We are less happy to see that guy that is also here.</p><p>Our mama says that they come from a place called "Canada" but we have not heard anyone say that word all week. They seem to say "Nunavut" a lot, though, so maybe that's really where they come from?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHBPB1yRNu_46_yLcMwD4gwMtoagajLuEv-XqrGgLqFplSA5Wc5VXsXeooV2NxEuTU1WJtbOHz2d5ZC4JHTOQQjX5tIs0x-nixT8X0U8MC2-brr_ajtwUIg1Hf2oxOn9p9wmCzV1_7ESTdqOofiRLNNGa8ZDH9kcZL0D4I5MGN7NhItTMCZMecguK/s1326/A46470EE-2093-42AC-87C3-86A174E41BFB.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1018" data-original-width="1326" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHBPB1yRNu_46_yLcMwD4gwMtoagajLuEv-XqrGgLqFplSA5Wc5VXsXeooV2NxEuTU1WJtbOHz2d5ZC4JHTOQQjX5tIs0x-nixT8X0U8MC2-brr_ajtwUIg1Hf2oxOn9p9wmCzV1_7ESTdqOofiRLNNGa8ZDH9kcZL0D4I5MGN7NhItTMCZMecguK/w200-h154/A46470EE-2093-42AC-87C3-86A174E41BFB.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>In the many (?) days that they have been here, we have been very very good girls and our mama is happy that we are so good. In the morning times, when Darcey comes downstairs, we are excited to see her (unless we are eating or sleeping or rolling around on our backs). And, when that guy comes down the stairs, we are sad that we cannot be alone with our mama and Darcey and so we bark at him a lot and hope that he will go away. He has not gotten the message.<p></p><p>Aside from that, we have had a good few days, since our mama has not gone to her work and has been home more than usual. We like that.</p><p>At night time when everyone is watching TV, we have more people to snuggle with, which we like, even though two of them are people that we don't like as much as we do our mama and Darcey.</p><p>But, it's been a good week (or month, or decade) and we know that they will be leaving soon and we will be sad to see Darcey go.</p><p>But, until that happens, we are happy that we get to spend so much time with the mama of Scarlett and Arthur and Benson.</p><p>And that guy.</p><p>Arf, Yip, Yip, Arf,</p><p>Izzi & Rozi</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br />Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-82680260777237264732022-06-16T08:39:00.000-04:002022-06-16T08:39:14.266-04:00Morning Walk<p>The two of us have a routine that we enjoy every morning: waking up and going for a walk with our mama and her assistant. (Of course, Rozi has her own every- other- morning routine of waking up when the sun comes up and barking at it...sheesh!)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNdb-JLbneGXdEpTDgF15sxvbM43lwAyQsfDKRVO-7MeeyInNeTNueYnrUXj1yb6bP_N2IALa9sMg9yM_n89ArAlI5YNMNi2dtFKbPIH06VIsHGEpIXLwdGdrMWbl3Q-f1Gm8uGyT7cQzXFozjhL2TtKkET8YY0327pCZ58I1QfRXfsyVjoZsfjGB/s4000/20220326_063944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNdb-JLbneGXdEpTDgF15sxvbM43lwAyQsfDKRVO-7MeeyInNeTNueYnrUXj1yb6bP_N2IALa9sMg9yM_n89ArAlI5YNMNi2dtFKbPIH06VIsHGEpIXLwdGdrMWbl3Q-f1Gm8uGyT7cQzXFozjhL2TtKkET8YY0327pCZ58I1QfRXfsyVjoZsfjGB/s320/20220326_063944.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>We enjoy getting out and stretching our legs, because it gives us a chance to have several lungsful of fresh Arlington air, gives us a chance to stretch our legs after a long night of sleeping like a pair of little logs, and greeting the neighborhood joggers, bicyclists, and walkers, most of whom make a funny (and a little scary) face when we yell "good morning" to them. Rozi in particular yells "good morning" over and over and over again at everything that moves, including squirrels, rabbits, and random pieces of paper.</p><p>As we walk along our route (and - as we've mentioned in an earlier blog - we have a regular route that we like to follow), we enjoy the sights and smells around us. </p><p>First, we head out after our mama puts on our safety harnesses. We think that she does this to be sure that we are safe so that if someone scoops us up, we can be identified by the pretty colors we are wearing. Izzi gets carried since she's just waking up and needs a little time to orient herself with her surroundings, while Rozi (literally) "hits the ground running". It's like those toy cars that some children have where you roll it backward over and over and over and then when you put it down on the ground, it flies forward and fast. That's Rozi. Her legs are moving at top speed before we even get out of the little room where we sometimes meet our mama when she comes home.</p><p>Then, we're outside and Rozi is speeding along and Izzi gets put down gently on the ground, like a feather floating down from on high. There's a lot of places around our house that other doggies like to visit, and Izzi enjoys making sure that she has checked those places out thoroughly so that she knows who has been around. Like, this morning: she stopped for several minutes to sniff around the lamp post right outside our gate.</p><p>Then, we turn down the big hill and sometimes Izzi likes to squeeeeeze behind the big box that is there. It's a little more difficult for Rozi to get back there, so it's more of an Izzi place. The hill has some good-smelling bushed near it and we both like sniffing the branches that reach out to the street as we walk - haltingly - down the sidewalk, with Rozi being sure to let the world know that she's awake and outside and having a grand time.</p><p>At the first turn, we sometimes cross the street and have more bushes to poke around and smell. Other times, we stay on the same part of the street and walk to the place that has lots of rocks for us to walk on. If we go onto the rocks, we have to be careful to step gently, since we don't want to hurt out paws. Sure, it would be nice to have little shoes on our feet so that we don't have that problem but as much as we have hoped to get some and have even whispered to mama while she sleeps that it would be great to have some, we have not yet been heard (we guess).</p><p>A long semi-straight stretch follows ("semi-straight" because even though the road is straight, Rozi likes to create a sine [or cosine, depending on your perception] pattern as she walks side to side while moving forward. There are bushes behind the church that are fun to sniff and we often do that and sometimes - when we are across the street - we get to go into the little park that we have to jump up onto. There's soft grass there and we like it a lot but sometimes we're just not in the mood and want to continue with our aerobic walking.</p><p>One more turn and we're at the buildings that have lots of bushes in front (more great smells!) and we continue on. Sometimes our mama (or her assistant) drag us the wrong way away from home and stop at a big metal thing and we don't like that so much and so we do a "sit in" like the hippies used to do and we get our way and get to head home.</p><p>One more maybe little "jump up" park (a bigger one) is on the way and it's a "are we feeling it" sort of decision that we make collectively before getting back through our gate and into our little neighborhood.</p><p>When we get home, Izzi jumps up the steps quickly, wanting to get some water and protection from the elements, while Rozi often forgets what she's doing and sometimes stays out until someone helps her up the steps.</p><p>Then, it's time for breakfast, after which we can get back to sleep, exhausted.</p><p>Arf, Yip, Yip, Yip,</p><p>Izzi & Rozi</p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-18416491788691193622021-10-27T14:04:00.001-04:002021-10-27T14:04:29.562-04:00Rollin' Rozi<p style="text-align: left;"> <span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">In our home, we have certain places that we like to spend our time:</span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">The blue blanket near the fireplace (which - as we write this - is not working and we wish that someone would fix it since we know that winter is coming and we're very small puppies and we get cold easily and before you say "wear a sweater" we will remind you that while Izzi looks chic in one of her many sweaters, Rozi looks like what you get when you try to squeeze a water balloon into a roll of paper towels so that's not going to happen).</span></li><li><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">The soft orange blanket near the couch.</span></li><li><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">The other soft orange blanket on the couch for when it's "couch time".</span></li><li><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">And, we have dozens of other spots in which we like to relax and ponder the meaning of life and when our next meal will be prepared for us. </span></li></ul><p style="text-align: left;"><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">The thing about all of these places is that they are "downstairs" in our home, which is where we spend most of our waking, semi-waking, and not-at-all-waking but also not-yet-bedtime hours. And, we enjoy having so much space to wander around in. We can relaaaax or we can have a little snack from the bowl of food that our mama leaves for us or maybe a sip of water when we get a little thirsty.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">And, when we are on guard duty, it's nice to be able to look out of our window and bark at whomever is getting close the perimeter of our home, which is to say anyone who comes within 1,000 yards of it. Putting our paws on the bottom of the window lets us stand up and opens up the pathway from our lungs through our voice boxes, so we can be loud and proud as we shoo away anyone who even thinks about getting close to our home.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">Still, this is just the "downstairs" area and we have another part of the house that we go to every night to go to sleep, and that's the "upstairs" (there's also an "upstairs upstairs" but only Rozi goes there regularly, since Izzi can't be bothered but it's also where we sometimes have to wait when our mama has someone over who does not want to listen to us as we try to talk to them). The upstairs is very nice since it's where we go to bed when we go to sleep with our mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">We also have places in the "upstairs" that we like to explore (mama calls them "the closet" and "under the bed" and "the bathroom" and "get away from that"). Most nights, Izzi gets carried up the stairs to our bed, and Rozi climbs about 70% of the steps and then likes to be carried or to have her paws put on one step after another to get to the top.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">But, as they say: what goes up must come down (except for that space ship that was sent to the edge of the galaxy, which we both think we will never see again).</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">And, so in the mornings, we head back downstairs (for our morning walk) and it's the same way: Izzi gets carried and Rozi walks down (100% of the way!).
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Yesterday morning, though, there was a problem. In her excitement to get outside (surprising because there was a lot of water coming down from the sky, which would make us very wet but it was not as much water as mama thought), Rozi hustled down the stairs a little too fast and - well - this happened.
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The good news is that our mama was there to be sure that Rozi was okay (Izzi wasn't concerned since she was being carried and she knows her sister well enough to know that it takes a lot to stop Rozi from going out on a walk. Or eating.).</span><p></p><p><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">And, after she regained her balance (you can sort of see it at the end of the movie) Rozi was ready to head outside and enjoy the not so wet morning.
Rozi recovered completely before we even went outside of the house and so we have the afternoon to sit around and ponder the important questions of life.</span></p><p><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">We're both recovering in one of our many "downstairs" places (Rozi had no physical scars but Izzi has emotional scars from watching her sister's acrobatics) and enjoying the quiet and storing up our energy until our mama comes home. It's been quite an interesting day for us, and we're looking forward to getting to bed and sleeping it off. Tomorrow, Rozi will (maybe?) be a little more careful as we head downstairs.</span></p><p><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">Arf, Arf, Arf, Yip</span></p><p><span face="Georgia, helvetica, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); color: blue; font-size: 24px;">Izzi & Rozi</span><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-33892796286928615942021-06-10T17:39:00.000-04:002021-06-10T17:39:20.915-04:00Couch Time<p>Many people have a favorite place to be. We have heard that some people who have children like to go to "Disneyworld", which is not close to us, over and over and over again. Others enjoy visiting "Europe" a lot, which is also far away. And, still others prefer to go to "Walmart" every day to buy cheap crap, and which is also not near where we live.</p><p>But, we get it: if a place makes you happy and gives you a good feeling, you like to go there.</p><p>For us, that's our couch.</p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eXEDCPBXk8TvNBK8s04QOdcjY5ZRz89QVpDGNfmitojgIpCtIg6Khz-18kFQ9KEBtHtEdR4-w0Y81YEmxcqiejhlh1Q55t6bJSJ_3_Bt92iR-wL8yOW4DIvE7Ww3PXPAE1E5QDuY5w4/s2048/Couch+Time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eXEDCPBXk8TvNBK8s04QOdcjY5ZRz89QVpDGNfmitojgIpCtIg6Khz-18kFQ9KEBtHtEdR4-w0Y81YEmxcqiejhlh1Q55t6bJSJ_3_Bt92iR-wL8yOW4DIvE7Ww3PXPAE1E5QDuY5w4/w400-h225/Couch+Time.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Couch Time!!!!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br />We both really enjoy "couch time" because after a long day where we have thrown our bodies into unusual positions on our floor, and on our rug, and on our blue blanket, it's nice to be able to throw our bodies into an usual position on something soft and cushiony. The couch has pillows that we can sit on or that Rozi can lean up against while she puts one leg in the air above it while smushing her belly into the space between pillow and couch. There's a blanket that's white (so we can tell it apart from our blue blanket) that's great fun to dig our claws into and plump into the exact softness that we need.</p><p>There's also a television that we can watch when we want to. But, we don't really like much of the TV shows that other people in our house like to watch (some shows are scary, some are loud, and some have cats in them). Still, the noise from the TV is calming (even when the TV makes big bangs when something scary happens) and we can just drift off while letting the sound of the television float over use (except when it's a cat's meow, which we find both disturbing and oddly fascinating).</p><p>But, our favorite thing is how high off the ground we are when we have couch time. Rozi can sometimes jump up by herself (not often; it's not like she qualified for the upcoming Summer Olympics in the high jump... she forgot to send her application in!) but mostly we get lifted up and gently place on the couch. The lift up is like we are flying and sometimes we play "Lion King" at its apogee, followed by the gentle feel of the couch on our paws as we touch down and begin to mold the pillows and blanket the way we like them.</p><p>From up on the couch, we can see more of our home, which is cool. Also, we can see outside from a little higher than our normal view, which is even cooler. Mostly, though, we just like the feeling of our bodies on the couch and of the couch on our bodies.</p><p>Still, when we hear our mama come home, we know that couch time is over! Rozi jumps down with her legs already moving forward, propelling her to the door, while less adventuresome Izzi starts to articulate her happiness through a series of squeaks and grunts. And, when our mama walks through our front door, Rozi usually runs in and around her feet while Izzi rapturously gets up on her back paws and does a little happy dance, a dance that would hurt her paws if she tried it on our floor.</p><p>While we don't get to have couch time every day, we do get to do it a few times every week, which helps keep special.</p><p>We love couch time!</p><p>Yip, Yip, Yip, Arf,</p><p>Izzi & Rozi </p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-89663501242408779822021-05-06T11:17:00.000-04:002021-05-06T11:17:22.609-04:00Wrestlemania<p>You might not know it to look at us, but we're both big fans of exercise. In the mornings, when our mama takes us out for a pre-breakfast stroll, we enjoy filling our little lungs with fresh air as we walk along the sidewalks of our neighborhood (see our prior blog post for more information about that). We know that the exercise is good for us, since it makes our muscles big (but not too big) and keeps us in good puppy shape.</p><p>We also are pleased that we live in this home since there are so many stairs for us to climb up and down. Going to visit our mama when she is on her exercise machine means that we have to climb up a lot of stairs and while the climb itself is tough, we know that when we make it to the top, we can find our mama just pedaling away. Izzi knows that she has to be careful not to get too close since she almost got hit in the kepi with a pedal once, but she didn't and she learned to stay away. Well, maybe. But, the point is that we get good exercise as we push our little bodies up step after step after step and its tiring but as someone one said, "no pain, no rain" and we don't like to go outside when there is lots of water coming from the sky so we put up with the pain. We can feel our muscles getting strong and our abs turning into steel ... well, turning into tin ... okay, turning into aluminum foil as we move upward. And, sometimes Rozi likes to climb even more steps and when she's at the top she needs to rest but it's the kind of good tiredness that you get after some intense exercise or after eating a meal or pretty much anytime. There's no such thing as a bad nap, if you ask us.</p><p>But, the one activity that we enjoy doing to make ourselves stronger is to wrestle! We've been doing it since the day that Rozi came into our family (a day that Izzi still calls, "Black Friday" even though it was a Tuesday) and it's made us stronger both mentally and physically.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/S_mMkGfIfEA" width="320" youtube-src-id="S_mMkGfIfEA"></iframe></div><br /><p>If you've ever seen the "Pink Panther" films (the good ones, with Peter Sellers, not the newer ones), you may remember that Inspector Clouseau asks his assistant to <a href="https://thumbs.gfycat.com/ThickForsakenHusky-size_restricted.gif">attack him</a> without warning from time to time so that the Inspector can hone his fighting skills. Well, that's how we roll.</p><p>One of us will be minding our own business, maybe sniffing around a stuffed animal or wandering around a place where one time we got treats that fell miraculously from the sky, and the other of us will sneak up and start the match. Having these bouts occur organically instead of scheduling them means that we both have to be alert at all times, which is important since when we are not eating or napping or wrestling or climbing up stairs or going for walks, we need to watch the street outside our windows to protect our mama from whatever is moving out there and we therefore need to be in top physical condition should the need arise for us to attack someone or something.</p><p>The wrestling match begins without warning and ends when one of us gets bored with it, which is usually ten to thirty seconds after it starts. Then we just go about the rest of whatever we were doing, which is probably plopping down on the rug or the blanket or the floor and taking a long nap to recover. We know that recovery is important and we take that very seriously, sometimes recovering for eight to ten hours after a match.</p><p>And, now, having wrapped up today's main event, we'll start the recovery process by putting our heads down on a soft part of the house and ....</p><p>Arf, Yip, Yip, Arf,</p><p>Izzi & Rozi</p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-3904617655182492342021-04-10T10:43:00.001-04:002021-04-10T10:43:35.381-04:00Walka Walka<p>While it might seem like our days pass from bed to floor to food to nap to nap to nap to food to nap to bed, there's so much more to our days than that. And, we're not just talking about "couch", our new favorite thing to do since we get to sit on a comfy couch with a blanket and a pillow and watch lights flash on the wall.</p><p>No, we're talking about our morning exercise routine. You don't think we get these bodies without doing some serious physical stuff, do you? No gain, no pain! Or, something like that.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9IMey6REvkWsEg-lhfWQ_77rLpD4jSWkyYwkkUHtc6uUBvuEzrxMSf7k4YvH3THrCvUDU1omgnOGEsLgALCdY5dxV74eJ7gakHV0g532fLuYVRIwG30_1at3VJruU84RMugcUcxzXgA/s734/Screen+Shot+2021-04-10+at+9.52.39+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="734" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9IMey6REvkWsEg-lhfWQ_77rLpD4jSWkyYwkkUHtc6uUBvuEzrxMSf7k4YvH3THrCvUDU1omgnOGEsLgALCdY5dxV74eJ7gakHV0g532fLuYVRIwG30_1at3VJruU84RMugcUcxzXgA/w400-h308/Screen+Shot+2021-04-10+at+9.52.39+AM.png" title="Our (typical) morning walk" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our (usual) morning exercise path!</td></tr></tbody></table><p>When we wake up, our mama gets us ready to go for our first walk of the day, something that we both look forward to. Except, sometimes, Izzi who would prefer to stay in bed...with age comes wisdom!</p><p>We like to get out get out to the street and walkway quickly (also known as "Izzi likes to be carried") and then...we're off! These morning walks used to be kind of long, and we pretended that we liked them (don't want to make our mama feel bad) but our little legs started to burn part of the way through...we toughed it out, though.</p><p>And, then the winter came and the streets and paths had lots of ice and snow and so we cut it down a little and that's what we're now (still) doing. We don't mind; the less time we spend outside means that we can spend more time catching up on our sleep since if we don't rest for 23 or more hours in a day, we're a mess the next day.</p><p>We like to sniff the bushes near out house when we start. It's good warmup since it's downhill and it's usually quiet when we go out, by which we mean there are not many people or other doggies on the street, since if there were Rozi would announce to the world that we are not alone and that breaks the whole "usually quiet" thing. For us and for neighbors within four blocks.</p><p>We turn and go up a small rise (whew!) and then come to a place that has some nice grass for us to walk in. But, here's the thing: we have to jump up (a little) to get to it and so it's not only a place to enjoy the sprouting of little shoots of soft grass, it's also pretty good exercise for our glutes and hammys as we use the power of our little legs to push up way way up (12 inches?) and onto the little field.</p><p>After that, we jump down and continue up the little hill, which now feels more like a mountain. But, we don't let that stop us (our mama won't let us!) and soon we are near the house that has lots of straw and bushes and so we sniff around there. Then, we take another corner and trot down the walkway until we come to an alley that has some ivy in it (we're not sure if we like that) and some other not so soft thing to walk on. But, we usually don't go all the way down, and instead we go back to the path and sniff at the buildings that are there. We know there have been other doggies who were there one time, since there is a trace of their smell on the walls. We like to sniff and think about friends that we haven't yet met who have been around recently. </p><p>It's then time for the final part of our walk, when we have another jump up to another place where we can walk around and smell the grass and the bushes and a tree or two (and - yes - proof that other doggies have been there, too) and when we're done we can jump down or go to the part that's lower so it's more of a 'gently step' down (or, if you're Izzi, "get carried down").</p><p>Finally (!), we head home after all that and our mama has us go a little bit of a different way so that we can get one final romp through some grass and bushes before we make it home and leap up the stairs.</p><p>At this point, we're both tired, but we try to stay awake long enough for breakfast. Whether we eat or not, we need to recover from the physical exertion that we've been through and so we do.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATJ9ITOI-gOs8OWr9YXWi7FIaMuCly7tYC6ohxJDzrlVFbPkvhYXcBZVfkFKF_q1ILA4y8tNCmLNQ7NRLrD-lS9lzKbF1hh71INkgJYhsuDJtxGI-kVpyHzdOF-jcCi0sWNPokE7SoGM/s2268/20210410_095008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="1978" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATJ9ITOI-gOs8OWr9YXWi7FIaMuCly7tYC6ohxJDzrlVFbPkvhYXcBZVfkFKF_q1ILA4y8tNCmLNQ7NRLrD-lS9lzKbF1hh71INkgJYhsuDJtxGI-kVpyHzdOF-jcCi0sWNPokE7SoGM/s320/20210410_095008.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqF2kOk8xITNvHM83bTYDFxEPfscZbBBnRR1i4q2dYAc1K6as0M2gy4sY7i3_9E_y0cyjIBPFNXcaNaEX1OmjzxveiSTj__kP7exkUfippxHf8BWw1ba22yzQo6-4qYE8Otj_Wz3p5I3s/s2958/20210410_094958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2380" data-original-width="2958" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqF2kOk8xITNvHM83bTYDFxEPfscZbBBnRR1i4q2dYAc1K6as0M2gy4sY7i3_9E_y0cyjIBPFNXcaNaEX1OmjzxveiSTj__kP7exkUfippxHf8BWw1ba22yzQo6-4qYE8Otj_Wz3p5I3s/s320/20210410_094958.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>And, we do this every day! Well, almost every day; when it's snowing or raining or we don't want to, we just stay inside and get started with our napping a little earlier.</p><p>Arf, yip, yip, arf,</p><p>Izzi & Rozi</p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-20048106848607050142021-01-13T20:45:00.001-05:002021-01-13T20:45:30.546-05:00Owie Day<p> Ouch! What a day!</p><p>Today we got to see one of our favorite but not favorite people, Dr. Astrid. We love when we get to see her but we also know that we sometimes have to get tests and things that we do not like; today was one of those days.</p><p>It started out like any other day: we woke up and we went for a nice morning walk with our mama and got a chance to stretch our legs before a nice breakfast and a day of napping and barking at any car or person or plant that moved in our courtyard. But, before we could even start to sniff the air for the smells and listen for the sounds of breakfast (chicken being boiled or bacon being cut into little pieces or yummy cans of food being opened), we were being bundled up and taken outside again. With no breakfast!</p><p>Izzi got to wear her chic French outfit, but Rozi toughed it out with just her pretty pink harness. Soon, we were going into our mama's car and Izzi got to be bundled up like a little babushka while Rozi had to settle for our mama's scarf to keep her happy. But, she wasn't happy. (Here's a secret that you may not know: Rozi doesn't like being in a car.) We drove and drove and drove and we didn't know where it was that we were going? </p><p>To see our friends at the groomer? Not likely, since we were just there a few weeks ago. </p><p>On a vacation trip? Probably not, since we have not been on a long drive since we moved to our new house (our mama has said something about "Cow vid" which we think means that there are videos of cows that are scary and because of which we should not go out. Alone. Because - you know - maybe the cows in the video will be there.)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-YuDRMXGEIwuqyd-Sk4zwijt7MyRmCtwocg58d8eQ-MhmrQaoZegglp02S-1TacLpv5NHN363L9a-OKQAspJEhLCJvJCB3ZafesSKDRpx1tz4IMlqprkNq5KYW3Wf_rnJqLis2Zz6rdM/s1000/20210113_082932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-YuDRMXGEIwuqyd-Sk4zwijt7MyRmCtwocg58d8eQ-MhmrQaoZegglp02S-1TacLpv5NHN363L9a-OKQAspJEhLCJvJCB3ZafesSKDRpx1tz4IMlqprkNq5KYW3Wf_rnJqLis2Zz6rdM/s320/20210113_082932.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>We both realized that we were going in a direction that meant it was time to see Dr. Astrid again, even though we just saw her a few weeks ago (and we did really well and when we got home our mama gave us treats!). So, we each settled in for the drive, despite being a little anxious: Izzi curled up on mama's lap in a little ball and Rozi standing up and barking and barking and barking (not to worry: she took breaths every now and then).</p><p>When we stopped, we were confused. This was not the place that we usually saw our doctor. Our mama told us, though, that the doctor and her friends had moved to a new place and that we would enjoy being in such a new place. We trusted our mama (of course) and we waited to be escorted to the waiting room.</p><p>Soon, Dr. Astrid came in and took Rozi for her special treatment. Izzi had to wait all alone, worried about her little sister. When Rozi's turn was over, it was time for Izzi to have the special work and Rozi had to wait all alone, worried about her big sister. It was good to have each other to be with as we tried to relax (no nice blue blanked or bed) and wait for our mama to pick us up.</p><p>Both of us have sore mouths. Our mama says that we had some boo boo teeth and that Dr. Astrid had to take them away but the good news is that our mouths will feel better in a few days!. And our mama says that we cannot have "hard food" for a while and that's okay because our mama is such a good cook that we know that we are going to have some yummy (and soft! food as we recover from today.</p><p>Rozi also had to have a little dot taken off her eyelid, and it didn't hurt a bit. But, because our mama does not want her to touch it, she has to wear this weird design Elizabethan collar, so she's pretending that she's Queen Elizabeth I (of course she would not be Queen Elizabeth II, since that queen has Corgis, not Maltese). It will be a tough few days but Rozi says she can be a good girl and not touch the place that she is not supposed to touch.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqiT37Qh3xKY6kUgk68o8SsJUe-NvCp7iYErki_9lAdlnDSeT4GRGYlZhqMatTSZFjjxB4t7U2ZUPBDsXQVW0VR9R8yukxofCVmgB05yLFWe18HiVtOiI9nvQuLNh3wMrWKZrYP8mqoM/s1000/20210113_195522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqiT37Qh3xKY6kUgk68o8SsJUe-NvCp7iYErki_9lAdlnDSeT4GRGYlZhqMatTSZFjjxB4t7U2ZUPBDsXQVW0VR9R8yukxofCVmgB05yLFWe18HiVtOiI9nvQuLNh3wMrWKZrYP8mqoM/w480-h640/20210113_195522.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDB9bzKcZI8hFPMzaXnvFE3vp5BWjQnZOUu87zeOBe1KVXzDquFjPVIzS2eRZglDPYxnziE1iEShASkfAktpM_aABrXL6p2K_jPPVyXfJ0S80kGnxClQ-PLBIb1IzyvJqyhdX9bgN0z7I/s1000/20210113_195513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDB9bzKcZI8hFPMzaXnvFE3vp5BWjQnZOUu87zeOBe1KVXzDquFjPVIzS2eRZglDPYxnziE1iEShASkfAktpM_aABrXL6p2K_jPPVyXfJ0S80kGnxClQ-PLBIb1IzyvJqyhdX9bgN0z7I/s320/20210113_195513.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWzizwFaWMlPSk1ugJ306VFKl5RdwTmgTx4SX2GD1MyPitjOmirdNqasunLfxCPc32IUau44dnogFy5xSTq_qS0wX86GFoGmuSx1rHnBsb1WMxTTRWepJ2mBiHvUHqzXdQLG9-oYxYLw/s1000/20210113_195535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWzizwFaWMlPSk1ugJ306VFKl5RdwTmgTx4SX2GD1MyPitjOmirdNqasunLfxCPc32IUau44dnogFy5xSTq_qS0wX86GFoGmuSx1rHnBsb1WMxTTRWepJ2mBiHvUHqzXdQLG9-oYxYLw/s320/20210113_195535.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Anyway, we're home now and happy to be back with all of our stuff, like our blankets and our toys and our couch and our rug and soon our bed.</p><p>But, most importantly, we're back with our mama!!!</p><p>Arf, Arf, Yip, Yip,</p><p>Izzi & Rozi</p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-63625797038380148662021-01-09T11:26:00.001-05:002021-01-09T11:26:12.074-05:00En Garde!<p>You might think that we live pampered lives. But, there's a lot about our day-to-day activities that would disabuse you of that notion. Oh, sure, we have our meals prepared for us (by the world's best chef: our mama!), and we usually get carried to our dining area (don't want to overuse our legs ... we need them for chasing things that move outside our window), and we get an unlimited supply of belly rubs.</p><p>Interestingly, our responsibilities around the house are well summarized by Isaac Newton, who must have had a dog: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The "action" is that we get lots of good food and can spend most of the day in idle thought (for Rozi, that means wondering about when and what the next meal will be; for Izzi it means wondering when she'll be able to attack anyone who comes near our mama).</p><p>The "reaction" is to be guard dogs. And, that means a couple of things.</p><p>First of all, we have to be alert to anything in or outside of our house that makes any amount of noise, and then alert everyone in the house to it. So, if a loud truck drives by when the window is open, we need to let our mama and anyone else in the house know about the potential danger. Also, if the person who bangs around upstairs drops something, we need to be sure to alert our mama to be attentive to the possible risk (although it's usually just a cell phone hitting the floor ... what a klutz that guy can be!).</p><p>Also, we have to be sure to tell our mama when anything (anything!) moves outside of the windows. Cars. People. Other doggies. Leaves. The wind. Anything. We often have to keep letting her know until the intruder(s) go away, which we are pretty sure is 'cause they're a-scared of us.</p><p>But, one of the more challenging and yet important roles that we play in the house is to guard and protect our treats. From each other.</p><p>We sometimes get treats for being "good girls" and we're always happy that we're being so good, and also we mostly like getting treats. So, when we are being really good girls and get a treat, we have to think ahead. It's sort of like how a grandmaster handles a chess match. Do you make a move now for the immediate gratification of it (the "trading pawns" idea), or do you protect what's important to you now and defer that gratification, knowing that you'll be even happier when you finally get to enjoy your victory (the "checkmate" idea)? Can you tell that our mama is making us watch "The Queen's Gambit", even though there are no puppies in it?</p><p>And, so when we get our treats, Izzi usually digs in and gives the treat a lick or chew or two, then hangs on to it and enjoys it for a few hours or days.</p><p>But, Rozi has a different approach: she just guards it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CMy625C1iw_0CzuFFgU3O4w7VZf7NO3PVmxZ5L5FfEOhP-NZNp8IJSdYZLvrx5dTB1HOGoSvw8T6AtZoA4dZyW94U3ak5NCzmdHfeCR8yZcVIP31BEMPmF05yfVQFsGObLrAAGo4qFU/s2048/Guard+1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1463" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_CMy625C1iw_0CzuFFgU3O4w7VZf7NO3PVmxZ5L5FfEOhP-NZNp8IJSdYZLvrx5dTB1HOGoSvw8T6AtZoA4dZyW94U3ak5NCzmdHfeCR8yZcVIP31BEMPmF05yfVQFsGObLrAAGo4qFU/s320/Guard+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>When Rozi gets her treat, she trots around the house with it in her mouth, happy that she gets a treat, but worried her sister will take it. Instead of chewing on the treat, she puts it down somewhere and guards it. Sometimes, the place she puts it is pretty public, like the carpet or the stairs or in the middle of the floor. Other times, she hides it under the couch or in the little space next to the couch, or on the other side of the couch. As you can tell, the couch is an important component of any hiding strategy for Rozi.</p><p>And then she just watches it. Her goals are twofold: (1) make sure that her sister does not eat the treat that Rozi was given (2) don't eat the treat for a really long time.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZnyBbQ9ghuBbLyFIQjnUd7ElMFfdZM_756KgfdAU2atPnT5ZgWn8bcIsp1WveKiAGqEa1VXoFGN7qkEQes3_8A4YLBiT53rYPxfwIgl80KI0pFL6sNpjeTopt2LjkuYCXJWF2SXAHZk/s2048/Guard+2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1748" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZnyBbQ9ghuBbLyFIQjnUd7ElMFfdZM_756KgfdAU2atPnT5ZgWn8bcIsp1WveKiAGqEa1VXoFGN7qkEQes3_8A4YLBiT53rYPxfwIgl80KI0pFL6sNpjeTopt2LjkuYCXJWF2SXAHZk/s320/Guard+2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>And, she's really good at it! She will occasionally move the treat from the couch area to the stairs, hoping that she's doing it without being noticed. Or, she'll walk up the stairs with it in her mouth but since both "walking up stairs" and "holding a treat in your mouth" take a lot of energy, the treat often falls on the stairs and has to be retrieved by her butler, who does a meh job of it. Good help is hard to find.</p><p>You may be asking what the point of all of this is. Why guard something that you're not going to enjoy?</p><p>Delayed gratification!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oRsjpZ5_zVQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="oRsjpZ5_zVQ"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>And, then, of course, resting after a long day of guarding.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3lQjdwEICI0E-LzLfR8_a2GvPXMz20nS0Edh_J3qJ3Ma069kXqY_QB56iE8g8g7u4SNyDekCjQ_J2gcRni_YA9cLury63G_yFsidGg2rdy0YMPAL7tDdXHUli87EPkGjlhV_OWLG6S8/s1000/Guard+3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3lQjdwEICI0E-LzLfR8_a2GvPXMz20nS0Edh_J3qJ3Ma069kXqY_QB56iE8g8g7u4SNyDekCjQ_J2gcRni_YA9cLury63G_yFsidGg2rdy0YMPAL7tDdXHUli87EPkGjlhV_OWLG6S8/s320/Guard+3.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Yip, Arf, Yip, Arf,</p><p>Izzi & Rozi</p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-18727515792267438832020-12-12T21:18:00.001-05:002020-12-12T21:18:15.845-05:00Nesting<p> One of Izzi's favorite places to get away from it all is in our mama's bathroom. She likes to make herself a little nest to snuggle in when she's nervous. Or, scared. Or, it's damp outside, which it was today.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/lp-t1zydHLA" width="320" youtube-src-id="lp-t1zydHLA"></iframe></div><br /><p>Arf, yip, yip, yip,</p><p>Izzi & Rozi</p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-43831440147230180002020-10-16T18:54:00.000-04:002020-10-16T18:54:06.597-04:00Couching Izzi, Hidden Rozi<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsueI8X_QpfDe9vTd2-fBMuL61ZP8j5pJSMutodq3s00qHVlF00i8a7Rh_s4UritJnAjmSShYQd6ZWqAHesETXa8QuJnWCraxZPGavg7XhOTM5vFby3SQFtU6ImlSIETjsHZOfXiWNEX4/s2048/IMG_2526.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsueI8X_QpfDe9vTd2-fBMuL61ZP8j5pJSMutodq3s00qHVlF00i8a7Rh_s4UritJnAjmSShYQd6ZWqAHesETXa8QuJnWCraxZPGavg7XhOTM5vFby3SQFtU6ImlSIETjsHZOfXiWNEX4/w400-h300/IMG_2526.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Even though the last year and a half has had it share of changes, there have been some constants for us. Our mama (of course). (At least) two meals a day. Most of the bed at night time. And, the furniture around our home.Well, today is a day on which one of these changed. Good news: not our mama!<br />But, our furniture has been replaced! Our couch that’s been through a lot (including the time that it got super wet and we ran around, trying to find someone to find a tarp or some Saran Wrap to protect us) is no longer with us. A few days ago, some people came to our house (and we greeted them with the kindness and sweetness that any visitor to our home deserves) and took away our nice “once was white but now more of a light grey except for in the back where it’s more of a black” couch! Not only that, they took away the pillows that we liked to sprawl out on. <br />Fortunately, our home has a lot of great places for sprawling, including some special beds and some blankets and also the floor. So, we won’t miss those pillows too too much.<br />Next to go was the table that we liked to rub up against and that Rozi liked to sleep under. Well, not exactly under. The table had a shelf that was big enough for Rozi to relax on and still be close to the couch (and our mama) and underneath something (the top of the table). Rozi loves to be underneath things (foreshadowing!).<br />Then, our mama took the rug that we love to roll around on and occasionally use as a place mat when we are eating dry food, and rolled it up and took it away. That made us a little sad because it was a great rug for doing downward dogs on.<br />But before we could get too sad about it, our mama got a brand new rug for us! Now, we have a new place to relaaaaax and to eat! It’s a pretty white color and the best part is that it's super soft and super comfy. We were really excited to try it out, but our mama was getting it all warmed up for us by the fireplace for a few days before we could really enjoy it. So, we were nearly shaking with anticipation of ‘using’ the new rug for over a day, to the point where neither of us could eat, due to the excitement. Except, Rozi. She was cool with eating while we anticipated.<br />And, then today!<br />The rug was put down so we could test it out and before we got too far with our investigation, our mama suggested that we take a short visit to our bedroom to spend a little time behind closed doors while she prepared a surprise for us. And, so we went willingly (except, again, for Rozi) and waited and waited and waited. We heard our mama’s voice and the voices of some other people (who we wish we had had a chance to greet with the kindness and sweetness any visitor to our home deserves) and the sound of heavy things moving around.<br />After what seemed like a week and half but was more like 10 minutes, we were allowed to check out what had happened to our living space. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElDqpUJxgc_pKpuZnFdV3K96KoDNH8IGZTmGuzOlFtRSh5x6boCKE8f-YZ35szxA7OmhQPEXhZnKxUCIKB0iV3WImM3UfdoBYINw6P_-ax0Jv-QC-K97ACFNGpFhB-hlve_u26N4AN98/s4000/20201015_104846.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElDqpUJxgc_pKpuZnFdV3K96KoDNH8IGZTmGuzOlFtRSh5x6boCKE8f-YZ35szxA7OmhQPEXhZnKxUCIKB0iV3WImM3UfdoBYINw6P_-ax0Jv-QC-K97ACFNGpFhB-hlve_u26N4AN98/s320/20201015_104846.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />And, when we saw what had happened, we were breathless with excitement. (Rozi was also breathless from having expelled so much air over the prior 10 minutes). We not only had a new rug, we also had a new couch! And, this one was a pretty with lots of fun pillows on it (we can’t wait to be allowed to sit on them, which we are anticipating some time in 2023). Not only that, but there is a new chair that has flowers painted on it. And, a big new thing ( Izzi pointed out that it would accurately be called a “rectangle” since all angles were 90 degrees and each pair of sides were the same length and yet not equal to each other, Rozi got confused and suggested we call it the “big new thing in the living room”) that is now next to the couch (in the place that Rozi's beloved table once stood).<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvS7b2aWbuc_QLWit4yAEc1o4z7cGBT0Y1ldmpODwRxWlkj9mcNX9gUsX96PYrI0h3FIKZOVv-cXrEa2polko6d_CGhucNdVrzcq7qFz3Wr7m1qbrHAKaGlxU3aqpBTp27NjG5KrNrRQs/s2048/IMG_2528.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvS7b2aWbuc_QLWit4yAEc1o4z7cGBT0Y1ldmpODwRxWlkj9mcNX9gUsX96PYrI0h3FIKZOVv-cXrEa2polko6d_CGhucNdVrzcq7qFz3Wr7m1qbrHAKaGlxU3aqpBTp27NjG5KrNrRQs/s320/IMG_2528.jpg" /></a></div><br />We were curious and a little disappointed when we saw the big new thing since there was no shelf for little Rozi to rest on. And, yet, there was good news about it. After some experimentation, we both realized that not only could we now fit under the couch (there’s more space under it than our old one) we can also fit under the big new thing! And, the couch (see the first picture in this essay.)<br />Joy and happiness ensued.<br />And, now, if you’ll excuse us, it’s time for us to continue testing out our new furniture.<br /><br />Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip<br />Izzi & Rozi<p></p><br /><p></p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-89244530396210180842020-09-04T15:52:00.001-04:002020-09-04T15:52:19.143-04:00Another Escape! Great? You Decide!<p> Long time readers of this blog will know that we have often talked about "great escapes". Of course, by "long time readers" mean "the guy we tell what to type" (and, for the record, make him give us treats as a payment). So for those who have not been with us since the beginning, we direct your attention to "<a href="http://izzithemaltesepuppy.blogspot.com/2016/02/the-great-escape.html" target="_blank">The Great Escape</a>" and "<a href="http://izzithemaltesepuppy.blogspot.com/2019/03/the-great-escape-ii.html" target="_blank">The Great Escape II</a>".<br /><br />Today we want to talk a bit more about Izzi and how near cat burglar (pardon the expression) way of getting into places that she's not supposed to. The fact that she's so little and so skinny put her in a great (physical) position to be able to fit into some pretty small places. In fact, sometimes Izzi will find a small nook to rest in, and when Rozi tries to use it...well, let's just say that Rozi quickly finds another place to nap (under the coffee table is an especially comfy place for her lately).<br /><br />But, this note is all about Izzi. This morning, our mama left us and we were pretty good about it, keeping the crying and whining down to about half an hour. Then, the door to our patio was opened a little for us to get some fresh air (it's a beautiful September day!), and soon we were all alone in the house. As usual, we sniffed around and looked out the patio window and let the world and our neighbors know that we were home. There's a video that was taken at just after 10:00AM today that shows that we were both up and about. (We expect you are wondering why we would tell you that there is a "video" since we said we were here and walking around and you know that we trust you. To that we say: patience.)<br /><br />The morning rolled on, gradually becoming noon and then the afternoon. Our day was much like other days, spent in quiet contemplation (a/k/a waiting for our mama to come home). Well, our wishes were granted at just after noon, when our mama came home and we were both so excited. Rozi ran to the door to greet her and Izzi.... didn't.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_wFEt1CpoIPbh3nRh6VybsCYaRx0ExD7LeQHm825GZnq49Mm74ui5v9EZasGeY5D9N6E9Sk1NP_YOQsIFVP0a5pwHUcubE9fcYQVAODjE5d7u8lYnH79zfFZzWIulatIfg6krt4Cfnk/s2048/Izzi+on+stairs.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_wFEt1CpoIPbh3nRh6VybsCYaRx0ExD7LeQHm825GZnq49Mm74ui5v9EZasGeY5D9N6E9Sk1NP_YOQsIFVP0a5pwHUcubE9fcYQVAODjE5d7u8lYnH79zfFZzWIulatIfg6krt4Cfnk/w300-h400/Izzi+on+stairs.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p>You see, during the morning, having tired of her places to rest and play and announce to the world that she was home, Izzi decided to go on an adventure to a place known as "up the stairs". Now, there are no photographs or videos or audio recordings of Izzi's decision, but when our mama came in the door, Izzi was on the other side of the puppy gate that she puts on the stairs to be sure we don't climb up and down too much and get ourselves all tired out, which would mean less energy when she walks in. <br /><br />But, there Izzi was! Of course, she'd gotten so lost in her thoughts during her exploration that she forgot to come back down and so when our mama walked in, she got too excited to get back down the stairs.<br /><br />We have agreed that we will never tell anyone how Izzi was able to go on this adventure. But if you look closely, you'll see that there is justalittle room on the side of our puppy gate, and so Izzi was able to squeeeeze herself through and onto the stairs on the other side. We also won't tell you what Rozi did when that happened, or how she reacted, but we'll remind you that Rozi is just a little more - um - solid and please re-read the earlier part of this report.<br /><br />Now, the day is back to normal: our mama is home and we're both relaxing on the floor, hoping that it won't be too long before we have dinner. Rozi is also thinking about where she wants to go for a walk this afternoon. <br /><br />And, Izzi is plotting her next adventure, wondering if she stood on Rozi's back, she'd be able to open the door to the little room that our mama likes to hide in. Stay tuned!<br /><br />Arf, Yip, Yip, Arf,<br />Izzi & Rozi</p><br /><br />Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0Arlington, MA, USA42.4153925 -71.156472914.105158663821157 -106.3127229 70.725626336178848 -36.0002229tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-13655863307363050842020-08-06T19:06:00.001-04:002020-08-06T19:06:51.399-04:00Our new NephewHenry is living on the West Coast with Ben and Natalie.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br><div><br></div><div>Welcome to our new nephew!!</div><div><br></div><div>Arf, Arf, Yip, Arf, </div><div>Izzi & Rozi</div></div>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-91372043564841195952020-08-03T13:53:00.001-04:002020-08-03T13:53:49.505-04:00Feelings of Abandonment<div>We can't say this enough: we absolutely looooove our new home. Not only did our mama find the best walking path for us in the morning (we go past a little river and walk around a fun little park with lots of trees and smells!) but there is so much to explore in this place. For example, we have a great fireplace that we can snuggle near (if it ever gets cold again, of course) and we also found a small space between our couch and the wall where our mama has put a comfy blanket for when one of us (mostly Izzi) wants to go hiding just a little bit. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WJj6Gw5P5vtojr-4EOok3TgLoOdTmHhXsP-uGdXi64wliJS2q1V0mrcVqOm-DXgmjhDsQetV22wNdPysalV4Kx4gJJuYSttqCjjuE-h9zC06szCrLmX7ECOtOvvW9QzexQbn15CNOlo/s4032/20200803_131745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WJj6Gw5P5vtojr-4EOok3TgLoOdTmHhXsP-uGdXi64wliJS2q1V0mrcVqOm-DXgmjhDsQetV22wNdPysalV4Kx4gJJuYSttqCjjuE-h9zC06szCrLmX7ECOtOvvW9QzexQbn15CNOlo/s640/20200803_131745.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Also, there's a lot of space to walk and run around and Rozi loves to run around and around and around the place: through the kitchen, then the dining space, then the living room, then the hallway, then the kitchen, then the dining space, then.... Well, you get the picture. It's good exercise and also lots of fun (for Rozi, anyway).</div><div>There are stairs that we can go up and down at night time and in the morning, so we are sure to give our hamstrings and quads and biceps and triceps a good workout, which is an excellent way to end or start our day. And, because our mama wants to be sure that we "don't get into any trouble upstairs", she puts a little wall on the stairs when she's not here, which reminds us that we're supposed to stay on the main floor, which is great because we have all the things we just talked about and a great blue blanket to lie on and a cozy puppy bed that we like to crawl in and an oh-so comfortable grey bed that we can sprawl out on. So, as you can see, staying on the main floor when our mama isn't here is fine with us.</div><div>But...</div><div>Today, our mama was leaving the house and - as usual - put the little wall up on the stairs to remind us that we had lots of things to do and lots of places to nap on the main floor while she was out. She said goodbye to us and she was off (probably to get us some treats and ingredients for a yummy dinner) and shut the door. Now, this is pretty normal thing at this point and even though we get sad when our mama leaves, we've learned that when she says 'goodbye' and closes the door, we have to be good girls and not bark (Rozi) or whine (Izzi) too much and just wait for her to come back. With all the great places to relaaaax while she's gone, the time passes quickly as we pine away for her.</div><div>And, yet.</div><div>Today, when our mama left, she didn't see that Izzi had come upstairs with her as she got ready to leave and so when she put up the little wall, Izzi was still upstairs and so when our mama left and Izzi came to say goodbye, Izzi saw she could not get down the stairs! As little as Izzi is, she could still not squeeze through the wall (remember the time she had a "great escape" at out old house? That was great!). So, she had to just be a good girl (she was) and wait for a really long time to be rescued. It could have been a few months or an hour (we're not great with elapsed time) and while she waited like a good girl, Rozi did the only thing she could: she slept on the floor.</div><div>Finally, after a few years (or a couple of minutes) passed, Izzi was discovered and rescued and got to be back with Rozi, which made Rozi very happy (not so much for Izzi, who is not prone to display her emotions as easily as her little sister).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVbM2XuaS5WscLDDjK72XLLiE_Scg7PXPmVQ0ObbkqlzF2fLo7dtq_GDpRfqInyZtpzcBTpRptfc1oiqlCFWHWoSlTSqB0GC14MgiGrOuGZ8wWGpfqzdvc_UKyKNiUdwKOd1RdHhtKTc/s4032/20200802_092650.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVbM2XuaS5WscLDDjK72XLLiE_Scg7PXPmVQ0ObbkqlzF2fLo7dtq_GDpRfqInyZtpzcBTpRptfc1oiqlCFWHWoSlTSqB0GC14MgiGrOuGZ8wWGpfqzdvc_UKyKNiUdwKOd1RdHhtKTc/s640/20200802_092650.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>So, now Izzi is recovering from this experience and is happy that she didn't have any plans for this Sunday, since it will maybe take a while for her to feel better about what happened. As we have said, there are so many places to rest and contemplate our lives, it's easy to do some puppy meditation and feel less bad about the whole thing. Also, we have relatively small brains so Izzi will have forgotten about this within the next few minutes (or months; like we said, we're not good with understanding units of time). She knows that our mama did not do this on purpose and so there was no question that she'd forgive our mama. </div><div>We'll now spend the rest of the day in quiet contemplation, and focus on what our mama is planning for our dinner.</div><div><br /></div><div>Arf, Yip, Yip, Yip,</div><div>Izzi & Rozi</div>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-91262772233819600652020-07-12T10:32:00.001-04:002020-07-12T10:32:51.368-04:00The Princess and the Pea (but there's no pea)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_j2nzg4AzjEs_sscjJvleV_ahF-gSVt7X-3nHxrCCzzfwhytsgXKauVJM3HGH_EcdDWjn5gjNsK9gTTETXw9hw3v0CPIG-zkEDkRxUb-631n5NR6zYa6JH9c7RfsjgqLT3aVLZBjiWN4/s4032/20200712_080522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="625" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_j2nzg4AzjEs_sscjJvleV_ahF-gSVt7X-3nHxrCCzzfwhytsgXKauVJM3HGH_EcdDWjn5gjNsK9gTTETXw9hw3v0CPIG-zkEDkRxUb-631n5NR6zYa6JH9c7RfsjgqLT3aVLZBjiWN4/w469-h625/20200712_080522.jpg" width="469" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFezLJfS3vXDhZOoIGT5asHw250QvqitEEGz0nd1tRr4VY7_eI3iO71FdCfqPzA55slFJXacbLwWAIsZOVHmAJUPKuaWyjtgOCoKfTPKu6ppTV0Jhks4-sXN_giENzjVSQNUZMMuDNH64/s4032/20200712_080836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="625" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFezLJfS3vXDhZOoIGT5asHw250QvqitEEGz0nd1tRr4VY7_eI3iO71FdCfqPzA55slFJXacbLwWAIsZOVHmAJUPKuaWyjtgOCoKfTPKu6ppTV0Jhks4-sXN_giENzjVSQNUZMMuDNH64/w469-h625/20200712_080836.jpg" width="469" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-60028439602377519162020-06-05T17:48:00.000-04:002020-06-05T17:48:17.191-04:00Izzi's Night Time Adventure<p class="MsoNormal">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!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Which brings us to the other night.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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:<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimtfMpdqEiAhwyj30YrWHAihg4ftD-oI9q33RCcXB4PFEiVeEsBYnt3t03Mcddz-9_6X9cBq95t4QFsjEKzXIcanQemJgDjFuh7YxLc1NSPAVkXmF6Y4rhWxHmjSHTXzyTEHxbfE-a1AY/s4032/Stairs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimtfMpdqEiAhwyj30YrWHAihg4ftD-oI9q33RCcXB4PFEiVeEsBYnt3t03Mcddz-9_6X9cBq95t4QFsjEKzXIcanQemJgDjFuh7YxLc1NSPAVkXmF6Y4rhWxHmjSHTXzyTEHxbfE-a1AY/w300-h400/Stairs.jpg" title="Imagine this climb when it's pitch black!" width="300" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.
<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfI6G275CLpu5v5Umnwcocv25C2Ni7dA-lZyY5pEObobniEelSvq1pVX7AW3ohv-FJbV_90ls6E7qUbEBNEiM8Aw7U_trhuZSD3_bf2J3AQB3FRcApHLDKa3ZQYyDpclST5IH9qVv0_Y0/s3024/Izzi+Blanket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2867" data-original-width="3024" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfI6G275CLpu5v5Umnwcocv25C2Ni7dA-lZyY5pEObobniEelSvq1pVX7AW3ohv-FJbV_90ls6E7qUbEBNEiM8Aw7U_trhuZSD3_bf2J3AQB3FRcApHLDKa3ZQYyDpclST5IH9qVv0_Y0/w400-h379/Izzi+Blanket.jpg" title="The morning after...relaxing!" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">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.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">By the way, as all this was going on, Rozi didn’t move. Not
even one inch.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Arf, Yip, Arf, Arf,</p><p class="MsoNormal">Izzi & Rozi</p>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-47720074561796596992020-05-22T10:52:00.002-04:002020-05-22T10:58:01.367-04:00Home. Again.<div>Like many other puppies...okay, like most other puppies...we have been working from home for the last couple of months. We hate to say it, but it's been great for us! Our mama is home every day and nearly all the time every day, and we get to go for more walks than we ever did before. And, since our mama is eating her dinner here almost every night, we get all kinds of special food at night: french fries and yummy chicken and some Thai noodles and even a small amount of shrimp (which - for the record - we didn't like so much).<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>It's been a crazy many weeks for us, and there's something that we have not even talked about: we have moved from the house that had a few small steps inside to one that has lots of steps. It took us a while to figure out how to climb the stairs of our new home so that we could get from our lounging room to our bedroom (Izzi figured it out pretty quickly; Rozi just figured it out a week ago). It's a lot more exercise than we were used to, but it's all good. We are turning into lean (Rozi only) mean (Izzi only) fighting machines (both of us).<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/i1sXS0xtx8A" width="320" youtube-src-id="i1sXS0xtx8A"></iframe></div></div><div><br /></div><div>We really love our new place, since we get to sit by the fireplace when it gets cold outside (and even though it's May, it's been a little chilly some nights). The fireplace is (pardon the irony) cool, since it's glass on three sides so we can choose where we want to plop. Of course, our favorite place to crash is on our blue blanket, but still it's nice to have a warm fire to sit by.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwIcn4UECISMcy8JiofvD77D89v13LImqGp61CEK30CGRm3KBdJx1QShR5kNsaQuqIkqvpqw4tVn2F8InQeIXvxqvUFRVHVnVKLpK6uHUZLDMzmrJUUJfEoYlLKm6C-k0nQciLhJ9wDeY/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwIcn4UECISMcy8JiofvD77D89v13LImqGp61CEK30CGRm3KBdJx1QShR5kNsaQuqIkqvpqw4tVn2F8InQeIXvxqvUFRVHVnVKLpK6uHUZLDMzmrJUUJfEoYlLKm6C-k0nQciLhJ9wDeY/w400-h300/20200522_100341.jpg" title="I love my blue blanket!" width="400" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>We also are going for oh so many walks now. At our other home, our mama would put our leashes on us (we don't really need them, but we like to make her feel like she's in control) and go out the back door, past the door of the evil dog and its evil mama, down the hall, onto the rubber floor, down the steps, through the gate to the street. Then, we'd walk around the place that mama called the "rat house" so that we could stretch and do whatever we needed, and then we'd walk a little more to the place mama called the "library". It was nice but it was a little - um - urban for us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, we walk out of our house down a pretty path and through a gate, and then we trot along the street until we get to our river. We love walking along the river (don't worry; we don't fall in) and then through a pretty little green area that right now is full of pine cones (watch out! don't step on one!). We like this very much since we get to be among trees and water and even a few other puppies. It's a fun walk and we do it every morning (or, at least the ones that aren't raining!).</div><div><br /></div><div>And, it seems like our mama has a little more time at home and so Rozi gets to go for nice long walks with her, so that the two of them get to explore the neighborhood while Izzi stays home and relaxes. And, cries. And, whines a little.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, when our mama puts on a mask, we know that she's going outside and we know that maybe we will get to go with her. Sure, it doesn't always happen (cue the whining and crying) but a lot of the time we do get to go outside with her. For now, it's time to just relax and enjoy the oncoming "unofficial start of the summer" and maybe we'll get to go for a walk.</div><div><br /></div><div>Arf, arf, arf, yip,</div><div>Izzi & Rozi</div><div><br /></div>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0Arlington, MA, USA42.4153925 -71.1564729-6.6039222139722256 -141.46897289999998 90 -0.84397289999999714tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-16696875684695072942020-05-14T07:09:00.001-04:002020-05-14T07:09:49.333-04:00Social Not Exactly Distancing...but worth it!<div>I know that you know that we're supposed to be "social distancing" when we go outside (so, for Rozi that means barking loudly and howling from across the street at people instead of getting closer to them and doing this), and so we thought it best to "social distance" from this blog for a while. You can never be too careful!</div><div><br /></div><div>We've been doing all the things that we're supposed to: not interacting with other people (easy); staying at least six feet away from others when we go out (tough, but possible); wearing masks (not going to happen), and mostly just working from home. We're great at that one. In fact, we've been doing it for our whole lives. And, as we have mentioned from time to time, we spend most of our days working at sleeping, something that we have discovered we can do pretty much anywhere. Our mama told us that sometimes she has to "Zoom" for work and we can do that, too, especially when there's a treat in the kitchen and we're in the living room. So, it's been a tough few weeks, but we're holding up pretty well.</div><div><br /></div><div>And, now the big news of the day: we went to the beauty parlor today!</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, we know that the state is in a 'lock down' and that you're only supposed to go out for special reasons like to go to the grocery store to get us food or to go restaurants to bring us home food or go other places in which "bring food home for us" is the goal. All of these are "essential" services. According to us.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, what about the puppy beauty parlor, you ask. Is that "essential". Well, of course, it is! We were both having a medical problem called "ragamuffin disease". When you have this, you look more like a Muppet than a puppy:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGpVFBkHsO1BYGZrz2DMeZ4PB1KXzT8r02eMsNPHsQKog5ljQRAP0TngunsjE9cCx1y7OpPqk7e8G0juIdmhon6Ii7WTq8H44Q-N8zM3nyXUfPZxn-jjIxAHghXM67Tv0MPyKrEnWttc/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2283" data-original-width="2829" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGpVFBkHsO1BYGZrz2DMeZ4PB1KXzT8r02eMsNPHsQKog5ljQRAP0TngunsjE9cCx1y7OpPqk7e8G0juIdmhon6Ii7WTq8H44Q-N8zM3nyXUfPZxn-jjIxAHghXM67Tv0MPyKrEnWttc/s320/20200510_184859.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmq4ywxGeDQsuuOwh6SELBSrSqIQGjhmg-egWImTWsmMLxcQ9cWcUtPUuGe_qI7p7u68nR7DIYuyYQn26VZ3nLaG6n2tVjI2l8iq7wMKLqq6XaGNkEe2Wh3wg2XMrO-We5eBB8jEXTIp4/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmq4ywxGeDQsuuOwh6SELBSrSqIQGjhmg-egWImTWsmMLxcQ9cWcUtPUuGe_qI7p7u68nR7DIYuyYQn26VZ3nLaG6n2tVjI2l8iq7wMKLqq6XaGNkEe2Wh3wg2XMrO-We5eBB8jEXTIp4/s320/20200425_120202.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div>And, so after our mama got in touch with the "doctors" and the "clinic" to make us an appointment, off we went. We've talked a lot about how much we like the people there, and today it was even nicer since it was the first time in a very long time that we were inside a place that was not our home. We had the most wonderful time and our friends there were very attentive to us; in fact, we were the only two puppies in the place! Our mama dropped us off in the morning and then came to get us right when we were home so we only had a short time away from home. But, even though it was a short trip out, look at what happened:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiO8Cq0M5oL8hG0d_cca8Rz6m0q0gjj0jG80UKfUY3CkVyMZcz4-3-frsLRKnbNfGgxHTaS1KuyPh05acXPmGhV3RdJdL7DeaWLLGjjOhAnbTtWHii2UhPAfuUpmTvFDUWpkMNAXkb54/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2288" data-original-width="1937" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiO8Cq0M5oL8hG0d_cca8Rz6m0q0gjj0jG80UKfUY3CkVyMZcz4-3-frsLRKnbNfGgxHTaS1KuyPh05acXPmGhV3RdJdL7DeaWLLGjjOhAnbTtWHii2UhPAfuUpmTvFDUWpkMNAXkb54/s320/20200512_180305.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nDbmjKkXjukJ4Y5WX-KoS2s026r02TaK95aNu9bDryFLx4v6zQqrilr39nIIjPq60Vbc6tq3Uja1HxxyDV5cNS7Khn2inPvJUXZzS1Azq4iphLeyh23sMXINdMB7MKiQmAe3AZx_w0E/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2526" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nDbmjKkXjukJ4Y5WX-KoS2s026r02TaK95aNu9bDryFLx4v6zQqrilr39nIIjPq60Vbc6tq3Uja1HxxyDV5cNS7Khn2inPvJUXZzS1Azq4iphLeyh23sMXINdMB7MKiQmAe3AZx_w0E/s320/20200513_181701.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, we look great now and even though there's no way to tell from these pictures, we smell good, too! Who knew that we were still white!</div><div><br /></div><div>And, to celebrate, our mama took us out for a walk, and Rozi made a new friend. We don't know why she didn't want to pet us...maybe it was that she was holding that little baby? Anyway, it was good to get off and promenade down the boulevard (okay, it was really "walk down the street" but let us have this little fantasy on our day of beauty). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-zxn75wvMBF27XSl3vS5OG-juIP00jpTtrSydG9c8V2rprFsXWPeRz0Uy9iJy5iWUwCCndQlDAXSUbC7xP-RtSJSJQKK9JSY7U231lz2XpUBuP1aD8QvFxS9RkqqdeplY4T6pHAEO0A/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-zxn75wvMBF27XSl3vS5OG-juIP00jpTtrSydG9c8V2rprFsXWPeRz0Uy9iJy5iWUwCCndQlDAXSUbC7xP-RtSJSJQKK9JSY7U231lz2XpUBuP1aD8QvFxS9RkqqdeplY4T6pHAEO0A/s320/20200512_190035.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Now that we're home and have had a full day, we're going to go back to our social distancing, mostly between each other. We're glad to get all pretty and clean and now we're ready for the warm weather!</div><div><br /></div><div>But, where is it?</div><div><br /></div><div>Arf, Yip, Yip, Arf,</div><div>Izzi & Rozi</div>Hal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-45625575319641164022019-12-13T14:34:00.002-05:002019-12-13T14:34:40.094-05:00Trapped!So, here's the thing: we live here too.<br />
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We know that and we know that our mama knows that and four times out of three, all is good. But that fourth time...well, we're treated like we're just objects. Like you can just place us wherever you want and that we'll be fine, like a plant that you move from the window sill to the basement and it still makes blueberries (sorry if we're not quite right about that; the TV station that we watch when no one is here comes in and out a lot and we're also trying to remember all this on empty stomachs since we have not eaten <u>any</u>thing except dry food since breakfast and it's nearly noon).<br />
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It seems to happen every time someone comes to visit us: we're put into the bedroom or - worse! - the bathroom and told to "stay out of the way" and "be good girls" and "don't bite anyone, Rozi" (always Rozi, never Izzi... did you notice?). We don't like that one bit. This is our house and we don't understand why we are just "things" and that we have to be at the receiving end of "I pick things up and put them down," expecially when the "down" place is not where we want to be. Sometimes, we're taken from one of our six or so warm and cozy puppy beds just to be put into a room with cold floors.<br />
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Is it just that mama and everyone else who lives here is embarrassed by us? We're really good girls and we love to have people visit and we can't really be faulted (it's in our genes) if we like to jump up and try to see what the clothing of visitors to our house feels like when you nibble at it. Everyone knows that once we get used to having someone around us, we're as calm and relaxed as the United States Congress. But, when we're even the slightest bit uncomfortable about a situation, we let everyone know.<br />
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Anyway, what's more important to us is that if we've been trapped (and, that's what it is: trapped!) in the bedroom with only a few places to rest (the bed. the closet. the other closet. the bathroom. the little puppy bed. the other warm things on the floor) we cannot wait to get out and be free:<br />
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But, that's only part of the story. See, we always know when we've had someone over that we were not told about. And, once we are set free, we make it our focussed task to figure out (a) who it was and (b) the place or places in the house that they walked through. It's fortunate that we each have such keen senses of smell, since there is nothing that we cannot figure out by the way that it smells. So, once we are free to run around, we run to the front of the house and then we run around in circles in the rooms and then we run to the back of the house and then we run to the front and then we need to rest for a few hours. But, we want you to know that we do not give up! We simply find that after one or two good "back and forths" we need to catch our collective breath and what better place to do that than in our little beds (and/or, if you're Izzi, the closet)?<br />
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It's true that we never quite close these investigations; the number of "cold cases" we have is in the thousands or maybe dozens. That does not, though, mean that we have forgotten. We know that today alone there were three or six or maybe zero people who came into the house and did things and then were not in the house anymore and even though we were trapped behind 3/4 of an inch of particleboard door, we warned everyone in the house about the danger and barked warning signals as loudly as we could. And, so, while we were disappointed that we did not find the culprits (yet more cold cases for our files!) we knew that we'd done our jobs and could once again relax and enjoy doing absolutely nothing.<br />
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Except, of course, waiting for our dinners.<br />
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Arf, Yip, Yip, Arf,<br />
Izzi & RoziHal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-44882038464789823662019-11-28T10:53:00.000-05:002019-11-28T10:55:33.546-05:00What We're Thankful for.We're thankful for our mama.<br />
We're thankful for breakfast.<br />
We're thankful for dinner.<br />
We're thankful that when one of us walks away from either meal, the other (ahem, Rozi!) helps by having second breakfast/dinner.<br />
We're thankful that we get to go on fun walks in our new neighborhood.<br />
We're thankful that we can bark and bark and bark all we want and no one tells us to stop. Except for our mama, and then we do. Sometimes.<br />
We're thankful we have so many cozy places to sleep in our house: puppy beds, blankets, and more puppy beds.<br />
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We're thankful that mama's closet is dark and comforting and we're especially thankful that she "forgets" to shut the door in the morning.<br />
We're thankful that the floor is so cool that you can sleep on it and your belly feels good, which is important if you're Rozi.<br />
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We're thankful that we get to visit our friends at the beauty parlor a lot, and that we got these cool new 'dos yesterday.<br />
We're thankful that when we have to go for a ride in a car, there's a blanket. Or, if Izzi is being a little scared, a carrier on the floor for her to relax in (look for it).<br />
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We're thankful that we get really good sleeps with our mama in family bed.<br />
We're thankful that we can climb up and down all the stairs in our house so that we can run to the front door when our mama comes in and tell her how happy we are to see her. And, we can do it loudly and bother only one or two other people in our building, but we honestly don't care.<br />
We're thankful that there's a bucket of laundry we can sleep in during the day if we want to but we don't want to any more. We're allowed to change our minds, after all.<br />
We're thankful that the sun is nice and warm in the morning and that when you lie on the floor and the sun rolls over you you can't help but fall asleep.<br />
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We're thankful that we can fight with each other, even though Izzi usually wins.<br />
But, mostly, we're thankful for our mama. She is our sun, our moon, our stars, and even that little planet that some say could be similar to ours and might even be fun to go explore to see if there are any puppies we can play with but since it's like a gazillion light-years (whatever that is) away and since we need to stretch and go for walks and trying to do that on a space ship can be dangerous (have you seen "Alien"?) we're going to pass for now. But, she is.<br />
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Arf, Yip, Yip, Arf,<br />
Izzi & RoziHal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-6011671179005038762019-08-19T17:24:00.000-04:002019-08-19T18:10:24.986-04:00Work Hard, Play Hard!We know that it's been a little while since we updated everyone on what's been going on with us, and we feel a little (but only a little) bad about that. Let's just say that there have been some big changes, which we may talk about at a future point, but the changes have all been good. It's not that we don't want to share with you all the news that we could; it's that we're still getting used to these changes and unless and until we do, there's not much we want to talk about.<br />
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But, spoiler alert: we're city puppies now! Like we said, we'll get into the details (maybe!) at another time, but for now, we wanted to talk about something that we've noticed and that was very relevant for us today: the difference between working and not. Now, as many of you know (and - as always - we're using the plural here because we know that the truth is that there is no one who reads this except for our scribe as we dictate it, but we prefer to live in a bit of a fantasy world about our [non] readership), we spend most days engaged in solitary activities, like sleeping and barking at cars and napping and eating dry food that our mama puts out and more sleeping and when we can manage it, we try to fit in a siesta. Or, two (or should we say, "dos"?).<br />
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But, today we got some true insight into what it was like to be in the rat race that people call "work". No offense to rats. But, this morning, our mama had a surprise for one of us: Rozi was going to come to her office and meet all of her friends! Rozi has never been in the working world, but Izzi has. If you remember, when Izzi was a little puppy, she'd get to go to an office every now and then and she really liked it but then Rozi came along and everything changed and that was the end of Izzi's life in the workplace. If only there had been paid puppy leave!<br />
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In any case, Rozi was excited to go and since our mama wanted her to look her best, we both got baths and shampoos last night and we looked amazing (if we do say so ourselves). So, when it was time to get going, mama kissed Izzi goodbye and scooped Rozi up and the workday began. Rozi had to be in mama's car for a really long time, which was both a bad thing (since she does not really like being in a car) and a good thing (alone time with mama!). And, even though the drive was really really long, soon it was time to go into mama's office.<br />
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Now, we're not sure why Rozi was needed in mama's office. Maybe our mama had some important paperwork that she needed Rozi to look through (she's really good at pushing things around, especially if the floor is a little slippery) or maybe there was a door at mama's office that was stuck (Rozi is really good at banging her head into things until they move...maybe we'll tell you more about that another time) or maybe they were doing a "loudest bark" contest (which would be why Izzi wasn't going on the trip; she's more of a "most heart-wrenching cry" contestant than a "loud bark" little girl). But, for whatever reason, she had to go there and so she worked as hard as her little legs could work. There were lots of people who wanted to come over and talk to her and Rozi wanted our mama's office to know how proud she was of her mama and so she made the entire office (maybe even the entire floor, the entire building, or even the entire campus) know that she was there. If only there really had been a "loudest bark" contest.<br />
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But, after a lot of helping mama, Rozi and mama took another car ride, this time to see our favorite doctor, Dr. Astrid. Rozi was so happy to see our friend, and our doctor was so happy to see how good Rozi looked, and not just because she was all pretty and white. No, Dr. Astrid said that Rozi looked liked she'd been at the gym since she was in such good shape! Rozi was so proud that she barked some more and our mama was happy to hear that Rozi was being so good about her physique.<br />
Then, it was time to go back to our mama's office before the car ride home. Rozi couldn't wait because she missed her sister and her little bed(s0 and all the fun things at her home. What a day. No wonder they call it a rat race!<br />
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And, as for Izzi? Well, it's never easy to be the only puppy in the house, since you have no one to boss around or to play with (as if there's a difference!). And, so Izzi did her best to calm herself down, which was a little difficult since her sister wasn't around. In fact, it took Izzi nearly a full 10 seconds to find places to crash.<br />
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Now, we're back together and are happy that we each had such good fun days.<br />
Yip, Yip, Arf, Yip,<br />
Izzi & RoziHal Tepferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05305307818083088054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901532447880612279.post-53606335040695725342019-07-19T17:56:00.001-04:002019-07-21T18:15:19.807-04:00We're not Ready Yeti!The summer heat is supposed to come down with a vengeance this weekend, and we're really happy that we are in a house that is always so nice and cool (and, ironically, nice and warm when our mama is here). And, so we are going to soldier through the heat by just sitting around, maybe finding a little bit of time to get a nap or seventeen in, drink lots of water, and pretty much take it easy.<br />
We know that it will be "hot hot hot" outside and that we are supposed to "limit our time outside" and "be sure to do any exercise indoors or early" and we're all over those two ideas: we're not going outside. <br />
But, as you know, we are two little puppies which means that we are covered with fur and there is something about fur that people don't understand: it gets hot in here. And, since our mama left us for a very long time earlier this month (we think it was somewhere between a week and a thousand years), we have not had much time or opportunity to get ourselves all prettied up. To be honest, we're looking like a couple of little yetis, except - of course - that we are (a) way cuter (b) not imaginary and (c) do not live in Nepal. Or China. Or wherever these things are supposed to be. So, if you were to see us running through the yard or the woods, you would not be too confused because of (a), (b), and (c) and also there's no snow.<br />
But, we had gotten to the point where it was hard for us to see where we were walking, since we had bangs that came down and made it hard to see in front of us. Mama put Rozi's hair up in a tiny little ponytail but Rozi didn't like it and mama took the rubber band off and promised that she would not take any pictures, so you'll have to use your imagination, but the good thing about that (for the five minutes that it was being done) was that Rozi could see where she was going! Of course, it's easy for us to find our food because we're such good smellers, but it was harder than usual to see what it was that mama made for us and yet it was not a problem since all the food that mama gives us is yummy!<br />
Mama took some pictures of us in our yeti stage...what do you think?<br />
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Which brings us to today: we got a "me" day or maybe more of an "us" day. We got to visit our spa and get ourselves all cleaned up and washed and now we have beautiful short hair (again!) and so we're not as hot as we were yesterday. So, when the sun comes out tomorrow and makes the whole world too hot to go outside, we will be comfortable since we have our nice short hairdos and we feel like new puppies. We love that we can see where we are going and our mama told us that we're beautiful and also we're good girls (except for Rozi) and that we did good at the groomer (except for Rozi( and that we are very good passengers in her car (except for Rozi). We are both getting treats tonight, she told us, and so we're excited to see her again because she has been gone for either a few hours or several months; we're not sure.<br />
Here are some pictures of us now: yetis no more!<br />
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