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As I've talked about before, Izzy is not a huge fan of other dogs. (Well, that's not entirely true; she was fine with other dogs at the off-leash dog parks in Kansas City, as long as she was off leash. Once she was leashed, while we arrived or left, she was as barky as ever. And she likes my dad's dog.) We're still working on getting her used to individual dogs. Since we moved, there's not as many dogs out and about on the street for her to deal with, even though the neighborhood is full of dogs. (There is a dog in the house behind this one. She doesn't bark at it, even when it yips and yaps all day, but she does growl sometimes when it's getting loud.)

This morning, we had a visit from a dog right in our backyard. It's not fully fenced, there's an open spot near the driveway, but Izzy doesn't run off, so as long as I'm sitting in the front living room, which J gave me for my space, she can go in and out the open sliding door. She started acting weird and stalked outside, but no barking and no attacking anything. Still, her behavior was strange enough I went to check on her, and found a big male dog just hanging out. Izzy didn't attack him, didn't even really bark at him until I brought her inside, but she did not want to let him near the house or me. She did come straight back to me when I called, which I wasn't sure she'd do faced with an actual threat.

Though he was collared (it looked like one of the jump rings had broken, letting him off a yard chain), he didn't have any sort of identification. I tried to get a leash on him, but he thought it was a big game, and he took off before I could get close enough to touch.

So, Izzy protected the house without attacking another dog, and came back as soon as she was called, even though she was face to face with a threat. I'm so proud of her! (It's a good thing she didn't attack, too; she probably could have won the fight, but he was a big, heavy dog, and he could have done serious damage.)

Of course, when we went for a ride this afternoon, she freaked out over a wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man, so.

Niece is supposed to move in this summer with her dog, so we'll see how that socialization goes.
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It feels like I am always trying to catch up, but I suppose that's life. So much to do, never enough time to do it all, must prioritize. So far today, I have prioritized a trip to the dog park that turned out to be amazingly successful (more on that in a bit), legal work, house cleaning, podcast listening while house cleaning (more on that later too), and trying to familiarize myself with my new laptop, so that legal work and the writing that will occur later include much less time trying to figure out how to use it. (Windows 8. Touch screen. Still setting up all the things I use daily, though I was incredibly pleased to be able to access both Skype and Google Drive the moment I turned it on, because those are the two things I use most. Sarah and I write via Skype and Google Drive.)

Dog Park

I've had Izzy for ten months now, and every day I am thankful beyond words that we found each other. That being said, trying to socialize her with other dogs continues to be a struggle. (Izzy was approximately three when I got her from the shelter last year, and no one knows anything about her history. She loves people, she flinches when things are thrown, though she's getting better, and most of the time, she hates other dogs ... and horses and buses, which she thinks are giant dogs. I don't even know. You are part cattle dog, Izzy, shouldn't you like horses?)

Anyway, we stick to the neighborhood for morning and evening walks during the week, but when we're in Kansas City on weekends, we go to the dog park. A few months ago, I found one just down the street from me, which probably shouldn't surprise me, but did. (Back in 2012, I moved from the suburbs into the city itself, just outside of downtown.) There's even an off-leash section. We generally only go there if both sides are empty, because of Izzy's issue with other dogs, but this morning, the big dog side (which is where she belongs, technically) had only a couple dogs and the small dog side was empty, so I decided to try her on the small dog side. (I've been working on introducing her to other dogs via fences; when I go down to visit family, I'll let her loose in Dad's backyard. His neighbors have a couple friendly labs, and Izzy and the labs will run up and down the fence together now, playing, so that is a plus. Also, Izzy and Dad's teacup poodle, Cocoa, have finally learned to be in the same room together without being kept apart, so that was good too.)

Izzy really, really wanted to go play with the big dogs. She was on good enough behavior alone on the small dog side, that I decided to try her on the big dog side. It was empty enough I knew I could get to her easily if she started causing trouble, and she was obeying all commands even with other dogs around, so I felt pretty good about it.

Right decision. She had an amazing time making friends with the other dogs and other people, she ran and ran and ran, she didn't fight over toys or water dishes or other dogs coming up to me for pets. It was lovely and fun, a beautiful morning with storm clouds blowing in (though it didn't storm here, last night or so far today -- other parts of Missouri got hit instead), and she ran herself to exhaustion.

Of course, when we left, another dog and owner left at the same time. The moment Izzy and I got in the car, she started her barking freak out at the other dog, even though she had literally been playing with him 60 seconds earlier. Whatever, progress, I'm taking it.

podcasts

Over the past five or six months, I've been listening to podcasts. This would have been far more useful back when I lived in the suburbs and had a commute that could range anywhere from two to three hours a day and up, but instead I waited until I lived ten minutes from work on a bad day. Yeah, go me. As Sarah likes to tease me, I'm one of those stupid smart people. (I wore a shirt backward a few weeks ago, and didn't notice until afternoon. It was a cowl neck shirt. Of course, I not only texted her about it, but I then sent her a picture as proof, because I apparently encourage her trolling of me.)

I try a variety of podcasts (and if you have any recommendations, I'd love to hear them), but the ones I keep going back to are (in the order they appear on my podcast app):

Talk is Jericho: Pro-wrestler, lead singer of Fozzy, and author, Chris Jericho is a freaking delight. I started listening because of this WWE kick Sarah and Craig started me on about a year ago, but I keep listening because he has a fantastic wide variety of guests who say really great things. (At one point, a guest talked about mental health stigma in a way that impressed the hell out of me.) I think I probably like his music guests the most, but he is really good at keeping the conversations rolling.

the Steve Austin Show (Unleashed!): Pro-wrestler, actor, reality tv host, Steve Austin leaves me laughing every single time I listen to him. I didn't expect to enjoy this podcast so much. Stone Cold predates my wrestling interest (by a lot, obviously), so there wasn't that appeal, and I keep seeing him presented as this conservative good ole boy. And in some ways, he probably is, but not at all in the way I was worried about. Plus he reminds me a lot of the bikers and trikers I love, so that's a plus. And he's just -- well, he, too, is a freaking delight.

Books on the Nighstand: I have a hard time listening to this one unless I am easily able to take notes, because they do often recommend a book I want to grab. I'm not as big a fan of this as I want to be, but every time I think about ending my subscription, they'll talk about something fantastic, and I decide to keep listening. My favorite part is the audiobook recommendation at the end of (nearly) every episode. I'm trying to listen to more audiobooks, because I'm having such a great time with the podcasts, and having recommendations helps a lot.

Howl Out Cast: I want to like this podcast, which is dedicated to werewolves, far more than I do. There's something about the format, the disorganization maybe? The wandering conversations?, that keeps me from getting into the episodes, but I keep trying. I love werewolves, and this would be a great resource, if only I enjoyed listening to it more. (Another problem is that each episode is long.)

Welcome to Night Vale: I don't keep up to date on this, but I'll listen to a bunch of episodes at a time when I'm on a road trip. I like the story it's telling a lot, most of the time, but I've not been sucked into it the way pretty much everyone I know who listens to it has, and I'm not sure why. Description from the website: WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE is a twice-monthly podcast in the style of community updates for the small desert town of Night Vale, featuring local weather, news, announcements from the Sheriff's Secret Police, mysterious lights in the night sky, dark hooded figures with unknowable powers, and cultural events. Turn on your radio and hide.

BBC Radio 4 General Knowledge Quizzes: I love trivia games, and this cycles through various ones. It's been on Brain of Britain, which I find interesting, but horribly difficult without having the same knowledge base (though, in Vegas, I listened to an episode with Sarah and Craig, and they said the questions were pretty difficult); my favorite so far has been less straight trivia and more trivia + logic puzzle esque questions + puns. I hope it cycles back through soon.

The Art of Wrestling with Colt Cabana: I listened to an episode of this because Colt interviewed a WWE wrestler I really like, Dean Ambrose. I keep listening to it even though most of the pro wrestlers he talks to are indie wrestlers, and therefore I don't know much if anything about them, because it is still incredibly interesting to hear their stories.

NPR's Ask Me Another: Trivia and puns.

Stuff You Missed in History Class: Does what it says on the tin, and is by far my favorite podcast. I've even gone all the way back to the beginning to listen (though I keep up with recent episodes first), and while I did this for Jericho and Austin as well, their podcasts started fairly recently. This one went back years. The current hosts are my favorite voices and personalities, but it's been a lot of fun.

writing

Sarah and I decided to try a new way of writing, in that we outlined an entire five book series, and then set about writing first drafts of all five books. We started this late last year, and finished the first draft of the first book earlier this year. We have since finished first drafts of books two, three, and four (as of yesterday), and are making our way through book five now. Apparently, this writing organization works incredibly well for us. We have one mostly set writing day a week (Saturdays), though we also try to write at least a little bit on Sundays, and sometimes Wednesday and Friday evenings, depending on work and whether either of us can sleep. (We're both insomniacs, unfortunately.) We have a video call via Skype, and write in the same document in Google Drive. It's a very intertwined process at this point; Sarah's strengths are dialog, humor, and character interactions, while mine are descriptions, fisticuffs and gore, and atmosphere. We both have certain characters we understand better than others, or scenes from the outline we are eager to write.

Often we go back and forth; one of us will start a chapter, and write until we have nothing else, then the other will pick it up, and so on. Sometimes, a chapter is dialog heavy or description heavy, so we know which of us will take the lead. Sometimes, one of us will have an entire scene in her head, and the other will read along, making small changes (for example, I add a lot of dialog tags and descriptions around her dialog; Sarah often has a conversation ready to go by the time we reach a specific scene). Sometimes, we'll sit and stare at a blank document, bemoaning the fact this series has far too many fisticuffs and murders and snogging. (Ok, no lie, usually that's me, because I am terrified I will end up writing these fight scenes and snogging scenes as cookie cutter scenes, and I don't want to do that.)

It's a lot of fun, and the stories are fantastic. We sent book one out to first readers, but then we decided to write the entire series before we started editing each book, so we're waiting to send the other books to our first readers until the first draft of each book is done. Which will apparently be soon, the way we're going.
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I've updated my Life To Do list: Dreamwidth | Livejournal. It has some new goals as well as a few things I've finished since the last time I updated it. Biggest thing completed recently is getting a dog, of course.

Suggestions always welcome.

Adopting Izzy was the best decision in the world. When I come home from work, we cuddle, because she's missed me so much, and then we play fetch until she's worn out. Then she sleeps against me while I work (either more legal work or writing). We're still working on the housebreaking issue, but she's still the most delightful dog ever.

Unexpectedly, Kitty and the Underworld, Carrie Vaughn's latest Kitty Norville book, showed up today. I wasn't expecting it to arrive so soon, I'd gone to the office thinking a package of cleaning supplies had shown up, but instead, a book I really want to read. Alas, I need to get through this week before I do so. (Yes, yes, I know, book buying ban, but I made an exception for one of my favorite werewolf series.)

Finally bought living room furniture. Pictures of that later.

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I've updated my Life To Do list: Dreamwidth | Livejournal. It has some new goals as well as a few things I've finished since the last time I updated it. Biggest thing completed recently is getting a dog, of course.

Suggestions always welcome.

Adopting Izzy was the best decision in the world. When I come home from work, we cuddle, because she's missed me so much, and then we play fetch until she's worn out. Then she sleeps against me while I work (either more legal work or writing). We're still working on the housebreaking issue, but she's still the most delightful dog ever.

Unexpectedly, Kitty and the Underworld, Carrie Vaughn's latest Kitty Norville book, showed up today. I wasn't expecting it to arrive so soon, I'd gone to the office thinking a package of cleaning supplies had shown up, but instead, a book I really want to read. Alas, I need to get through this week before I do so. (Yes, yes, I know, book buying ban, but I made an exception for one of my favorite werewolf series.)

Finally bought living room furniture. Pictures of that later.
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Friday, I picked up my first grocery order. It's a little bit of a pain to drive to the store, but being able to order online and just pick it up when I get there was more than worth it. (If I can work out a way to be at home during the delivery hours, I may switch to delivery, but until they have weekend delivery hours, that's probably not going to happen.) I hate grocery shopping SO MUCH that a little extra money and drive time is more than worth not having to do it myself.

Niece H, my youngest niece (at the moment) had her fourth birthday party Saturday afternoon in Columbia, so I happily rearranged my normal Saturday schedule. Izzy and I went out for our walk at 4 a.m., and then Sarah and I had a few hours of writing time (we're working on our second novel, because the first one is with our first readers right now) before I had to take Iz to the vet. (Nothing was wrong, I just had to establish treatment with a vet per the adoption agreement.) She did really well with all the people, and absolutely charmed the staff. Vet started talking about how smart she is approximately thirty seconds after meeting her, and agreed that obedience training and then therapy training would be a good idea. I'm going to have to set aside some money for private obedience classes, because Iz still cannot stand other dogs.

I cleaned up the kitchen a little in preparation for cooking this week (originally, I planned to do it Sunday, but plans changed), and then Iz and I hit the road for Columbia, which is about two hours away. I love road trips, Iz loves road trips, it's a good combination. We found the park pretty easily, and Iz had her first experience at a park. She loved it -- until other people showed up walking their dogs. Oh, Iz.

Still, I was more worried about how she would do with Niece H, who is the first kid she's spent time with. (Nephew C, my oldest nephew, is a teen, and is the closest person to a kid she's met so far.) She did great with Niece H, who absolutely adored petting her and booping her on the nose. Iz also loved all the adults, and she was pretty good about not begging for food. (She doesn't get people food because it made her sick the one time we tried.) (Well, no, she does get peanut butter and Vet said I need to feed her some eggs, because she's underweight, but most people food is off limits.) I hadn't seen my youngest brother, Thomas, his girlfriend, Sarah, or Niece H since Christmas, so it was great to see them, meet some of their friends, and see their new place. Niece H was SO EXCITED that we showed up (Kris and Neal also drove up from Springfield), and we had a blast. Thomas grilled delicious burgers and hot dogs, and Youngest Niece picked out an adorable sugary ice cream cake. (I skipped that part, but it looked awesome. I'm not a huge fan of white cake or ice cream cake.) There was a unicorn piñata, and Niece H had a great time trying to break it. In the end, Thomas had to hit it, and he decapitated it, but still didn't break it open, so they ended up tearing it apart to get to the candy. I died laughing, and am so glad I recorded it, because it is adorable.

Kris and Neal came back to Kansas City with me, we dropped Iz off at home, and then went to iHop for a late dinner and a lot of talking. I haven't gotten to see them as much as we'd planned this summer, because Neal ended up getting this awesome job doing exactly what he wants to do, which is fantastic, but definitely cut into their trips up here. We had a great time hanging out, came home and talked more, and finally crashed in the wee hours of the morning.

Kris joined me on Iz's morning walk, I had a super short call with Sarah, and then we headed out to Bob Evans for brunch. The food was good, but the service was horrible; at one point, we were left for nearly a half an hour without being checked on, no drink refills, nothing. It ended up being really disappointing.

We showed Neal Lilo & Stitch for the first time (how MY brother-in-law managed to go this long without me forcing him to watch it, I have no idea), and he seemed to like it. He certainly laughed a lot. We grabbed bbq for dinner out at my favorite cheap and cheerful bbq joint, Rosedale BBQ (which I just learned has online ordering, SCORE), and then grabbed dessert from Culvers.

Back home, Kris and I did some SECRET PROJECT planning (more on this soon), and then we apparently taught Iz to play, finally, specifically to play fetch with one of her squeaky toys. She played again tonight when I got home from work, and I'm so thrilled. We have fun together.

After they left, I did some work, took Iz out for her nightly walk, and then we cuddled and read for awhile.

Tonight, I'm cooking and moving stuff around for my furniture delivery this week. Finally I'll have my gorgeous red leather sectional. I'm super excited, and will post pictures once it's here. I think Izzy will like it, too; she loves cuddling up against me while I work, and she can't do that right now unless we're at Jake's. I think we might have played too hard earlier, because Iz is sort of drooping around. I'll take her for a short walk right before bed, and let her relax quite a bit while I cook and clean.

(Right now I have apples baking and they smell delicious.)

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Friday, I picked up my first grocery order. It's a little bit of a pain to drive to the store, but being able to order online and just pick it up when I get there was more than worth it. (If I can work out a way to be at home during the delivery hours, I may switch to delivery, but until they have weekend delivery hours, that's probably not going to happen.) I hate grocery shopping SO MUCH that a little extra money and drive time is more than worth not having to do it myself.

Niece H, my youngest niece (at the moment) had her fourth birthday party Saturday afternoon in Columbia, so I happily rearranged my normal Saturday schedule. Izzy and I went out for our walk at 4 a.m., and then Sarah and I had a few hours of writing time (we're working on our second novel, because the first one is with our first readers right now) before I had to take Iz to the vet. (Nothing was wrong, I just had to establish treatment with a vet per the adoption agreement.) She did really well with all the people, and absolutely charmed the staff. Vet started talking about how smart she is approximately thirty seconds after meeting her, and agreed that obedience training and then therapy training would be a good idea. I'm going to have to set aside some money for private obedience classes, because Iz still cannot stand other dogs.

I cleaned up the kitchen a little in preparation for cooking this week (originally, I planned to do it Sunday, but plans changed), and then Iz and I hit the road for Columbia, which is about two hours away. I love road trips, Iz loves road trips, it's a good combination. We found the park pretty easily, and Iz had her first experience at a park. She loved it -- until other people showed up walking their dogs. Oh, Iz.

Still, I was more worried about how she would do with Niece H, who is the first kid she's spent time with. (Nephew C, my oldest nephew, is a teen, and is the closest person to a kid she's met so far.) She did great with Niece H, who absolutely adored petting her and booping her on the nose. Iz also loved all the adults, and she was pretty good about not begging for food. (She doesn't get people food because it made her sick the one time we tried.) (Well, no, she does get peanut butter and Vet said I need to feed her some eggs, because she's underweight, but most people food is off limits.) I hadn't seen my youngest brother, Thomas, his girlfriend, Sarah, or Niece H since Christmas, so it was great to see them, meet some of their friends, and see their new place. Niece H was SO EXCITED that we showed up (Kris and Neal also drove up from Springfield), and we had a blast. Thomas grilled delicious burgers and hot dogs, and Youngest Niece picked out an adorable sugary ice cream cake. (I skipped that part, but it looked awesome. I'm not a huge fan of white cake or ice cream cake.) There was a unicorn piñata, and Niece H had a great time trying to break it. In the end, Thomas had to hit it, and he decapitated it, but still didn't break it open, so they ended up tearing it apart to get to the candy. I died laughing, and am so glad I recorded it, because it is adorable.

Kris and Neal came back to Kansas City with me, we dropped Iz off at home, and then went to iHop for a late dinner and a lot of talking. I haven't gotten to see them as much as we'd planned this summer, because Neal ended up getting this awesome job doing exactly what he wants to do, which is fantastic, but definitely cut into their trips up here. We had a great time hanging out, came home and talked more, and finally crashed in the wee hours of the morning.

Kris joined me on Iz's morning walk, I had a super short call with Sarah, and then we headed out to Bob Evans for brunch. The food was good, but the service was horrible; at one point, we were left for nearly a half an hour without being checked on, no drink refills, nothing. It ended up being really disappointing.

We showed Neal Lilo & Stitch for the first time (how MY brother-in-law managed to go this long without me forcing him to watch it, I have no idea), and he seemed to like it. He certainly laughed a lot. We grabbed bbq for dinner out at my favorite cheap and cheerful bbq joint, Rosedale BBQ (which I just learned has online ordering, SCORE), and then grabbed dessert from Culvers.

Back home, Kris and I did some SECRET PROJECT planning (more on this soon), and then we apparently taught Iz to play, finally, specifically to play fetch with one of her squeaky toys. She played again tonight when I got home from work, and I'm so thrilled. We have fun together.

After they left, I did some work, took Iz out for her nightly walk, and then we cuddled and read for awhile.

Tonight, I'm cooking and moving stuff around for my furniture delivery this week. Finally I'll have my gorgeous red leather sectional. I'm super excited, and will post pictures once it's here. I think Izzy will like it, too; she loves cuddling up against me while I work, and she can't do that right now unless we're at Jake's. I think we might have played too hard earlier, because Iz is sort of drooping around. I'll take her for a short walk right before bed, and let her relax quite a bit while I cook and clean.

(Right now I have apples baking and they smell delicious.)
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So, last Thursday, an unplanned, but completely adored roommate moved in with me.

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This is Izzy, dizzy Izzy because she runs in circles a lot. She's a three year old beagle and Australian cattle dog mix, and she is the sweetest, most cuddly, delightful dog ever. Which is good, because she's a rescue, and has separation anxiety and hasn't quite been house broken yet and isn't really sure what to think about other dogs. Mostly, I'm pretty sure she thinks they're going to attack me and she needs to protect me, which isn't true. She likes almost all people she meets, though there have been one or two where she reacts like she does to dogs, loudly and straining to get at them.

(Her belief that dogs are out to get us probably wasn't helped when a bulldog attacked us Sunday night as we were coming home. His owner didn't have him on a leash, just loosely held his collar while he was talking to some friends outside the apartment building. I took Izzy in a door on the other side, because I was carrying some bags from the weekend and didn't want to deal with it. That freaking bulldog not only broke away from his owner and came all the way over to that door, but he pushed it back open as it closed and attacked on the stairs. I really love bulldogs, but if I could have gotten to him without falling, I probably would have drop kicked him down the stairs. His owner was apologetic, all "oh, he's so fast," which yeah, but dude, PUT HIM ON A FUCKING LEASH. No damage to Iz, thankfully.)

Despite the house breaking issues, Izzy is really, really smart, though she doesn't know how to play. We're working on that too. Her separation anxiety is getting better, too; when I got up in the middle of the night last night to go to the bathroom, she actually stayed in bed instead of following me.

Getting her was seriously the best decision I've made in years. Already I feel steadier and more balanced and healthier mentally (and physically, from all the walking, I guess). She's a dear, and I love her. Everyone else who's met her does too, particularly Oldest Nephew. (In fact, he gave me such a guilt trip when I left on Sunday, obviously bringing Izzy with me. First he gave me all these reasons I should leave her with him for the week, including that with her ears he could teach her to fly, then he was heartbroken that I won't be down next weekend, and finally he gave me this sad look and said, "Fine, take away my best friend." OUCH, Oldest Nephew. OUCH. He's thirteen and ridiculously fun and such a cool dude.)

I won't be getting back my pet deposit, but she's totally worth it. We'll get this whole training thing worked out.

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So, last Thursday, an unplanned, but completely adored roommate moved in with me.

Pictures )

This is Izzy, dizzy Izzy because she runs in circles a lot. She's a three year old beagle and Australian cattle dog mix, and she is the sweetest, most cuddly, delightful dog ever. Which is good, because she's a rescue, and has separation anxiety and hasn't quite been house broken yet and isn't really sure what to think about other dogs. Mostly, I'm pretty sure she thinks they're going to attack me and she needs to protect me, which isn't true. She likes almost all people she meets, though there have been one or two where she reacts like she does to dogs, loudly and straining to get at them.

(Her belief that dogs are out to get us probably wasn't helped when a bulldog attacked us Sunday night as we were coming home. His owner didn't have him on a leash, just loosely held his collar while he was talking to some friends outside the apartment building. I took Izzy in a door on the other side, because I was carrying some bags from the weekend and didn't want to deal with it. That freaking bulldog not only broke away from his owner and came all the way over to that door, but he pushed it back open as it closed and attacked on the stairs. I really love bulldogs, but if I could have gotten to him without falling, I probably would have drop kicked him down the stairs. His owner was apologetic, all "oh, he's so fast," which yeah, but dude, PUT HIM ON A FUCKING LEASH. No damage to Iz, thankfully.)

Despite the house breaking issues, Izzy is really, really smart, though she doesn't know how to play. We're working on that too. Her separation anxiety is getting better, too; when I got up in the middle of the night last night to go to the bathroom, she actually stayed in bed instead of following me.

Getting her was seriously the best decision I've made in years. Already I feel steadier and more balanced and healthier mentally (and physically, from all the walking, I guess). She's a dear, and I love her. Everyone else who's met her does too, particularly Oldest Nephew. (In fact, he gave me such a guilt trip when I left on Sunday, obviously bringing Izzy with me. First he gave me all these reasons I should leave her with him for the week, including that with her ears he could teach her to fly, then he was heartbroken that I won't be down next weekend, and finally he gave me this sad look and said, "Fine, take away my best friend." OUCH, Oldest Nephew. OUCH. He's thirteen and ridiculously fun and such a cool dude.)

I won't be getting back my pet deposit, but she's totally worth it. We'll get this whole training thing worked out.

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