Ishmael's Afternoon Visit

This is Ish (short for Ishmael. I used to think his name was "Itch," but now I know better). He lives across the street, but Joan let him stay in the yard for a while because he was running in the street and hasn't lived long enough to know what cars can do to puppies on the run. Whew. What a pawful. Shane had to go inside because Joan was afraid he'd go into one of his tizzies and try to bite little Ish. We really could have used Cesar Millan in the flesh, but Joan says Cesar's way out of our financial league for sure. I guess we could break the Dog Whisperer DVD up into Shane's dinner, so he could really digest Cesar's essence; but if it doesn't work, we'd still have an anxiety-ridden dog and no Cesar DVDs. Well, Shane went inside and I stayed outside with Ish, but, I'm telling you, that puppy ran me ragged.

I don't remember being that young and energetic. I got some counseling when I was held at the Little Shelter in Huntington, but it didn't make me into a playing type of dog like Ish. I look forward to more visits from Ish, but maybe it would be better if he made the next visit when life has calmed the puppyhood of his spirit (or is it the spirit of his puppyhood?). Wow. Why can't Shane and Ish be more like—well—me?

Best wishes, Juno