We're happy to report that Rozi has made about a thousand new friends, all of whom are small and black and who live on her back. And bite. Yup, that's right: Rozi has fleas.
Okay, we're a little sad about it, but it seems like the medicine that mama gave Rozi last night worked and she's now friendless again (except for Izzi).
This explains, of course, why Rozi was biting herself for the last week. Mama and the other people who live in the house thought it was that Rozi was hungry ("she'll eat anything," they say), but both of us knew better (especially Rozi)!. We didn't want to tell anyone because we know that mama would love for us to have friends, and since the squirrels and birdies that visit our back yard don't really seem to want to be friends with us, Rozi took it upon herself to develop these new friendships.
But, now both of us have learned a hard lesson about friends (other than the two of us, of course): it's great to have a lot of friends, but sooner or later, they'll bite you in the back.
And, the leg.
And, the butt.
Arf, Yip, Yip, Arf,
Izzi & Rozi
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