It is well-known to anyone who reads this page that we are sisters. Siblings. Girls who share a genetic makeup (and there's no need to go into the details; just check out the Wikipedia page for "Royal Family" and you'll get our drift).
And, like most siblings, we have little spats and jealousies and there are things about each other that we aren't very happy about, but that we have to live with. We do, and we have reached a sort of state of equilibrium where annoyances that drive one or the other of us a little crazy have faded to the point where we can let them go. It really does help having brains the size of golf balls, and we suggest that any of you who have trouble letting go give our approach a thought.
Anyway, one of the biggest issues we have - as sisters - is about food. We understand that it's pretty common for sisters to have "food issues", where one is always nagging the other about eating too much or eating not enough or eating something that's "not healthy" or "too healthy" or many other possible iterations of this habit that we girls all seem to have. And, sure, we have similar thoughts about each other (who is thought of as eating "too much" and "not healthy" and who eats "too little" and "too healthy" are beyond the scope of this discussion....but thinking about us in reverse alphabetic order will give you a clue).
Our issues, though, are a little different. It might be best to just walk you through the way we get our meals every day (and twice a day!).
First, our mama (or, when she's not around, someone else who isn't as good at this as our mama, but food is food and so we tolerate a certain level of incompetence) puts our place high up so that we can't see what she's giving us. Will it be fresh chicken? Cold cuts? Bacon? We often sit and watch, trying guess and hoping beyond hope that if it's "dog" food (something that we put up with but are always disappointed to see), it's not that fish or duck stuff that she'd tried to trick us with.
Then, our mama takes our plates and puts them down in our special eating spots. Rozi's goes on the floor, and Izzi's goes up on the second level of the dining area (Izzi gets a tablecloth at her food place; Rozi's plate is right on the floor...just saying).
Usually, we each then go to our assigned spot and start to eat. Rozi usually sniffs and then starts. Izzi often sniffs, then jumps down, deciding to eat later or letting it cool (or warm) or whatever is needed.
Rozi then puts her face into her plate and comes up for air once most or all of it is gone. Izzi eats a bit more carefully, which is to say more like a domesticated pet and less like a wild animal.
And, then breakfast or dinner is over, and we wait for the cycle to start again at the next meal time.
But.
Often, in the mornings, when our mama has put the food down and then walked away, Rozi finishes her breakfast while mama is gone, and if Izzi isn't attentive (for example, wanting to be wherever our mama is), Rozi jumps up to Izzi's place and eats. her. food!
Our mama has gotten wise to this, and sometimes she doesn't put Izzi's food in the usual spot; she brings it upstairs (where she'll be) and can make sure that Izzi gets to eat all of her food, instead of Rozi having two meals and Izzi zero.
This morning, our mama was away and we had to suffer another person getting us our food. The first parts went just as we said, and we thought that we were going to have yummy chicken (we were right!). It was put in our respective places, and then we were left alone as that person pushed something around the back yard to make it easier for us to run on the big green rug that's out there.
Izzi, being the more curious of us (and wanting to make sure that the work was done right) went outside to watch. And, while she was doing that, Rozi finished her own breakfast, and then Izzi's! And, this all took about 8 minutes, because she was - after all - hungry, having had nothing except a greenie last night and a bone last night and some pieces of scone this morning to eat since dinner last night.
So, Izzi got a second breakfast (her first) and it was chicken (yum) and it was put in her eating place and Rozi had to go outside and wait for Izzi to finish. Which, ladylike, she did.
And, so, like most siblings, we're back to getting along fine: running outside and chasing each other and mostly just taking in the sun on this pretty day.
But, in the back of our minds is the same thing: soon, it will be dinner time.
Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip,
Izzi & Rozi
--
So it goes. And, that's all he wrote.
And, like most siblings, we have little spats and jealousies and there are things about each other that we aren't very happy about, but that we have to live with. We do, and we have reached a sort of state of equilibrium where annoyances that drive one or the other of us a little crazy have faded to the point where we can let them go. It really does help having brains the size of golf balls, and we suggest that any of you who have trouble letting go give our approach a thought.
Anyway, one of the biggest issues we have - as sisters - is about food. We understand that it's pretty common for sisters to have "food issues", where one is always nagging the other about eating too much or eating not enough or eating something that's "not healthy" or "too healthy" or many other possible iterations of this habit that we girls all seem to have. And, sure, we have similar thoughts about each other (who is thought of as eating "too much" and "not healthy" and who eats "too little" and "too healthy" are beyond the scope of this discussion....but thinking about us in reverse alphabetic order will give you a clue).
Our issues, though, are a little different. It might be best to just walk you through the way we get our meals every day (and twice a day!).
First, our mama (or, when she's not around, someone else who isn't as good at this as our mama, but food is food and so we tolerate a certain level of incompetence) puts our place high up so that we can't see what she's giving us. Will it be fresh chicken? Cold cuts? Bacon? We often sit and watch, trying guess and hoping beyond hope that if it's "dog" food (something that we put up with but are always disappointed to see), it's not that fish or duck stuff that she'd tried to trick us with.
Then, our mama takes our plates and puts them down in our special eating spots. Rozi's goes on the floor, and Izzi's goes up on the second level of the dining area (Izzi gets a tablecloth at her food place; Rozi's plate is right on the floor...just saying).
Usually, we each then go to our assigned spot and start to eat. Rozi usually sniffs and then starts. Izzi often sniffs, then jumps down, deciding to eat later or letting it cool (or warm) or whatever is needed.
Rozi then puts her face into her plate and comes up for air once most or all of it is gone. Izzi eats a bit more carefully, which is to say more like a domesticated pet and less like a wild animal.
And, then breakfast or dinner is over, and we wait for the cycle to start again at the next meal time.
But.
Often, in the mornings, when our mama has put the food down and then walked away, Rozi finishes her breakfast while mama is gone, and if Izzi isn't attentive (for example, wanting to be wherever our mama is), Rozi jumps up to Izzi's place and eats. her. food!
Our mama has gotten wise to this, and sometimes she doesn't put Izzi's food in the usual spot; she brings it upstairs (where she'll be) and can make sure that Izzi gets to eat all of her food, instead of Rozi having two meals and Izzi zero.
This morning, our mama was away and we had to suffer another person getting us our food. The first parts went just as we said, and we thought that we were going to have yummy chicken (we were right!). It was put in our respective places, and then we were left alone as that person pushed something around the back yard to make it easier for us to run on the big green rug that's out there.
Izzi, being the more curious of us (and wanting to make sure that the work was done right) went outside to watch. And, while she was doing that, Rozi finished her own breakfast, and then Izzi's! And, this all took about 8 minutes, because she was - after all - hungry, having had nothing except a greenie last night and a bone last night and some pieces of scone this morning to eat since dinner last night.
So, Izzi got a second breakfast (her first) and it was chicken (yum) and it was put in her eating place and Rozi had to go outside and wait for Izzi to finish. Which, ladylike, she did.
And, so, like most siblings, we're back to getting along fine: running outside and chasing each other and mostly just taking in the sun on this pretty day.
But, in the back of our minds is the same thing: soon, it will be dinner time.
Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip,
Izzi & Rozi
--
So it goes. And, that's all he wrote.
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