What a strange day!

This morning, we woke up to another beautiful day. And, as usual, we each took naps after we'd awoken. But, then, for no reason, we were thrown into this portable jail:

We're in jail!

We could not figure out what we'd done to deserve this. We were pretty sure that we weren't in New York (we know that we have to get into this little jail when we go into a taxi, because otherwise Rozi would be asking the driver to take her through Central Park to see the horsies, and that's always a long ride). But, we knew our house and so we knew that we were not going into a taxi and we were not going to see horses.

I thought maybe we were being taken somewhere for Rozi to get fitted with a mask to help her stop her snoring (turn up the sound):

Nope. That wasn't it (I know because she snored more this afternoon).

Well, it turned out to be a trip to the groomer!!! We love it and we hate it. We love it because we're so pretty when they're done but we hate it because they pull our hair, even though our mama did get most of the knots out last night...oh, that's why she was doing it! Clever mama.

And, now, here's what we look like:

Rozi in front; Izzi in back. Rozi thought someone had food, I guess.

So, a long, strange day had a happy ending, even though we were thrown in 'jail' for a little while.

Arf, Yip, Yip, Arf,

Izzi & Rozi