Rollin' Rozi

 In our home, we have certain places that we like to spend our time:

• 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).
• The soft orange blanket near the couch.
• The other soft orange blanket on the couch for when it's "couch time".
• 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. 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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).

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!).

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.

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.).

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.

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.

Arf, Arf, Arf, Yip

Izzi & Rozi