Years ago, a little green (fake) frog named Kermit sang a song about rainbows, and wanted to know why there were so many songs about them. This was a pretty dumb question back then, and hasn't become any more relevant since that time. Sure, there are songs about rainbows, but no one really cares about those songs (except for a 'frog' made out of cloth, it would seem).
We think that attention must be paid to the reason that rainbows can even exist: rain. That's right, the water that drops from the sky pretty often, and that brings with it its mean friends: thunder and lightning. And, we have often written about how these weather patterns affect each of us, namely that Izzi gets a little scared and Rozi gets a little hungry. But, to be fair (and clear) about it: Rozi gets a little hungry when the sun comes up, the wind blows, clouds appear, clouds disappear, fog rolls in (on little puppy feet), darkness falls, and many other weather-related things.
But, today is one of those days that started out gloomy and has only gotten worse, and we think that it was Vince Lombardi (or maybe his dog) who said: "When the going gets tough, the tough get napping". And, so, that's what we've been doing for most of the day. Oh, sure we have done our normal exercising, which means running downstairs and outside and then back in and then - after everyone has left - making the treacherous climb up mount livingroomsofa so that we can watch the people and animals walking by the house, causing us to have to yell at them greetings such as, "Hello, neighbor! What a pleasant day for a walk!" and "Why, that's a lovely dog that you have there, friend; I wonder if he/she would like to come in and play a game of Parcheesi" and "Greetings, fellow resident, with your child encased in a carriage the size of a Buick. We hope that you are enjoying this fine weather!"
Of course, sadly, we have not quite mastered the human voice, and so our shouts and greetings and well-wishes all come out the same, which is pretty much, "yip yip yip yip yip yip" and so on, with an occassional "arf" thrown in to keep things interesting. And, in the course of our morning, it was clear to our Mama that Izzi was going to need to get herself swaddled and so our mama put Izzi's thunderjacket on, so that when we were looking outside, passersby probably noticed the form fitting and figure enhancing (it is - in a way - like a spanx thing) outfit that Izzi is wearing today.
Anyway, so the day progressed with the napping and the occasional movements (Rozi, in particular, has dreams that make her twitch, and although neither of us is sure why, as we discuss it it's most likely that she's dreaming of finding herself in a supermarket aisle of snack foods after the potato chips have mysteriously been knocked to the ground, and she is responsible for cleanup on aisle 3), and we settled in for a day of dampness.
But, then people came back to the house and our naps were interrupted and so we had to reestablish our napping routine upstairs, where there was more space to sprawl out (and this was fine, because the wet weather brought with it a remarkable decrease in foot traffic, so there was much less pressure on us to act as the neighborhood greeters).
So, after a short while in which Izzi unsuccessfully got herself held for the afternoon (it's fair to say that it was partly successful, but her choice of 'holder' was our transcriber who kept moving around to press the letters we told him to, and this bothered Izzi), we decided to move to the bed where we could stretch out and use the length and width of the bed to absorb the noise from outside.
It was then that Izzi noticed that there was a new item in the house, a hat that had a curious symbol on it. As everyone knows, the last few weeks have made everyone a little nervous and there was something about what Izzi saw that helped her settle in, even on this cold and rainy (and even a little thunder-y) day.
So, now we nap, storing up our energy for another nap later today, which we hope to follow with a full-on sleep. We can only hope that the rain will be gone when we wake up.
Otherwise, it could just be time for singing songs like "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" and "It's Raining Again" and "Purple Rain" and on and on.
Who needs that fake frog and his stupid rainbows?
Arf, Arf, Arf, Arf,
Izzi & Rozi
We think that attention must be paid to the reason that rainbows can even exist: rain. That's right, the water that drops from the sky pretty often, and that brings with it its mean friends: thunder and lightning. And, we have often written about how these weather patterns affect each of us, namely that Izzi gets a little scared and Rozi gets a little hungry. But, to be fair (and clear) about it: Rozi gets a little hungry when the sun comes up, the wind blows, clouds appear, clouds disappear, fog rolls in (on little puppy feet), darkness falls, and many other weather-related things.
But, today is one of those days that started out gloomy and has only gotten worse, and we think that it was Vince Lombardi (or maybe his dog) who said: "When the going gets tough, the tough get napping". And, so, that's what we've been doing for most of the day. Oh, sure we have done our normal exercising, which means running downstairs and outside and then back in and then - after everyone has left - making the treacherous climb up mount livingroomsofa so that we can watch the people and animals walking by the house, causing us to have to yell at them greetings such as, "Hello, neighbor! What a pleasant day for a walk!" and "Why, that's a lovely dog that you have there, friend; I wonder if he/she would like to come in and play a game of Parcheesi" and "Greetings, fellow resident, with your child encased in a carriage the size of a Buick. We hope that you are enjoying this fine weather!"
Of course, sadly, we have not quite mastered the human voice, and so our shouts and greetings and well-wishes all come out the same, which is pretty much, "yip yip yip yip yip yip" and so on, with an occassional "arf" thrown in to keep things interesting. And, in the course of our morning, it was clear to our Mama that Izzi was going to need to get herself swaddled and so our mama put Izzi's thunderjacket on, so that when we were looking outside, passersby probably noticed the form fitting and figure enhancing (it is - in a way - like a spanx thing) outfit that Izzi is wearing today.
Anyway, so the day progressed with the napping and the occasional movements (Rozi, in particular, has dreams that make her twitch, and although neither of us is sure why, as we discuss it it's most likely that she's dreaming of finding herself in a supermarket aisle of snack foods after the potato chips have mysteriously been knocked to the ground, and she is responsible for cleanup on aisle 3), and we settled in for a day of dampness.
But, then people came back to the house and our naps were interrupted and so we had to reestablish our napping routine upstairs, where there was more space to sprawl out (and this was fine, because the wet weather brought with it a remarkable decrease in foot traffic, so there was much less pressure on us to act as the neighborhood greeters).
So, after a short while in which Izzi unsuccessfully got herself held for the afternoon (it's fair to say that it was partly successful, but her choice of 'holder' was our transcriber who kept moving around to press the letters we told him to, and this bothered Izzi), we decided to move to the bed where we could stretch out and use the length and width of the bed to absorb the noise from outside.
It was then that Izzi noticed that there was a new item in the house, a hat that had a curious symbol on it. As everyone knows, the last few weeks have made everyone a little nervous and there was something about what Izzi saw that helped her settle in, even on this cold and rainy (and even a little thunder-y) day.
So, now we nap, storing up our energy for another nap later today, which we hope to follow with a full-on sleep. We can only hope that the rain will be gone when we wake up.
Otherwise, it could just be time for singing songs like "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" and "It's Raining Again" and "Purple Rain" and on and on.
Who needs that fake frog and his stupid rainbows?
Arf, Arf, Arf, Arf,
Izzi & Rozi
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