A window on the world

I just discovered an organization with posssibly the best name ever:

The National Fenestration Rating Council

As they say on their web page, "NFRC is a non-profit organization that administers the only uniform, independent rating and labeling system for the energy performance of windows, doors, skylights, and attachment products." Can you picture yourself going to career day at your puppy's kindergarten class and saying, when asked what your job is, "I rate attachment products."

Ok, so the organization itself isn't that exciting, but it does bring to mind one of my favorite words, defenestration, which Mirriam-Webster defines as "a throwing of a person or thing out of a window." Does that mean dogs can't be defenestrated? But I know dogs can be fenestrated, because that's what the doctor did to me the last time I had surgery for a ruptured intervertebral disk (my fourth or fifth, I lose count).

By the way, as much as I support energy conservation, I'm against windows that don't let in heat. I'm stuck in the house all day with the blinds closed, and during the rare occasion my humans let actual direct sunlight into the house, I run right over to it to soak up the heat. (If it's hitting the floor, that is.)

Fruit flies like a banana

Well, it's been longer than I thought since my first post. Time flies when you're under the binkie, I guess. For a few weeks there neither of my humans were ever home, and I thought I was going to die of loneliness. You'd think that I would have spent that time blogging, but since I never know when one of them's going to walk in the door, I have to be careful. Lately my female human (I call her "Bunny" because she likes them so much) has been turning the house upside down looking for items to donate to the hurricane victims. I certainly grieve for the humans, but I'm crushed by all the animals that had to be left behind. It makes me appreciate my warm, dry house and plentiful supply of crunchy bits, as Bunny calls my food, even more.

On a lighter note, I found a web page I just had to share. Meet Fred and Ginger. Aren't they a nice-looking couple? That long hair must be a pain to take care of, though. Speaking of dancing (which I wasn't but I am now), Bunny has been acting quite peculiarly lately. She's always danced around the house - oh, I'd hate it when she waltzes around with me if it weren't for the attention - but lately she's taken up the habit of dancing around with an invisible partner. I wonder if she's ok, you know, up there. Maybe it has something to do with all those old black and white movies we've watched. (Yes, dogs can see in color. I was thrilled when I upgraded my cell phone to a color display.) I'm going to have to keep a close eye on her. When I'm not napping, of course.