Nicknames: Izzman, Izzer, Izzbomb, Izz, Izzard, Frizz, Frizzie, Wizzard, Wizzwizz, Schnizz, Bezeezan, Beezan, Beez, Beezie, Izzard Dean, Zardie, Zard, Houndie, Poopie, Houndis Profoundis, and Bean (his AKC name is Serendida's Three Rivers Leaping Izzard)
Birthday: May 13th 2004
Likes: Getting a good head scratch and eye rub, taking walks, barking at the poodles that live behind us, sleeping in bed with the furless ones, staying in bed after the furless ones have gone to work, running at the dog park, shredding paper, and Cricket.
Pet-Peeves: Having to wear ugly sweaters, being cold, the annoying poodles that live behind us, getting out bed to go to doggie day care, walking down steps in our house, walking on hardwood floors, and when anyone is in his spot on his orange chair.
Favorite Toy: Soft toys ONLY. The smaller the better. He doesn't like plastic toys and *may* be a little afraid of them. At the dog park, well, his favorite is whatever the other dog has. And tennis balls. And sticks. He LOVES sticks.
Favorite Food: Natural Balance - AKA puppy crack. He also LOVES cream cheese, egg yolks, and pita bread. LOVES it. At this point, the better question is what food doesn't he love? So far we've only found two - plain lettuce and Sweet Tarts.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere, really. Ask him if he wants to go for a walk and he cries until we take him. He is also a HUGE fan of the walk up the stairs to go to bed for the night.
Best Tricks: Izz has impressive abilities: He can open doors, he can con/steal treats from anyone at the dog park, and he can lay in bed for 14+ hours straight. Izz knows many tricks but does them when he wants - and if there are no treats, there are no tricks.
Arrival Story: We met with a breeder who owned Izzie's Mother and pretty much fell in love. Our breeder picked Izzie based on what she knew of our personalities and his. Hmmmm. Considering what an odd dog he is, perhaps we should be insulted! Anyway, his parents are both champions, and although Izz could have been show dog, we wanted a pet and so that is what he is. After getting numerous pics of the baby Izz and his pack, we were able to pick him up several months later. He was in the car for 5 hours without so much as a peep. When we got him home, though, he threw up everywhere. Ahhhh. That's our Izzman. I don't how our breeder knew...but Izz is the perfect dog for us!
Bio: Our breeder described Ibizans as relics with a sense of humor. I've also heard that Ibizans are the clowns of the sighthound world. They are both apt descriptions of the Izzard. We think Izzie is darn near the best dog ever. He's certainly the funniest and the strangest. He just has little quirks that make him awesome. I was raised with dogs and have spent a good part of my life around dogs, but I've never known one like the Izz. He was so evil as a puppy. So so very evil. He didn't chew furniture or shoes and he was housetrained in two days. However, he'd chew on people like it was his job. And he had no conscience. He was just a brat. Then one day, he changed andovernight he became the Beezan that we love to death! Admittedly, he's far too smart for his own good, but really, that makes him more fun! He is pretty independent but would prefer to sleep on top of or near a furless one at all times. He was a failure at agility because he refused to jump over anything higher than 6", despite the fact that he's as tall as a great dane. Really, he likes to do things his way. Even if that way is walking out of the kitchen backwards so he doesn't slip on the hardwood floors. Hey, it works for him.
We got Izzie a sister when he was a little over a year old and he has been amazing with her and thinks she is the cat's pajamas. He'll even share his food with her. Not an aggressive bone in his whole body! We think he is darn near the best dog ever.
Most Recent Injustice Suffered: Being forced to sleep in the furless ones' bed under a horrible whirling dervish of cold cold air. Squat calls it a ceiling fan. I call it a horrible whirling dervish of cold air.
I am so thankful to have so many wonderful dogster pals. As lots of folks know, I had a seizure last Tuesday. It was long and awful. Foaming at the mouth, Squat had to move the furniture so I wouldn't get hurt. I overheard Squat say it was one of the worst things she's ever seen.
I don't remember it, but according to Grandma Furless, Squat kind of lost her mind. I seized for about a minute and a half. Afterwards I was a little disoriented and paced around for a bit. I also pooed on the floor, which is totally unlike me. Cricket, in what I can only call a show of solidarity, pooed on the floor right next to my poo. She's good canine, that Cricket.
Squat called Tall in the middle of my seizure and he came running home from work. They took me right to the vet, and I checked out okay. My exam was fine and blood work was good. At this point, the vet said we should just sort of wait and see...and hope I don't have another seizure. Everyone is hoping it was a one time thing.
I've been fine since, knock on wood.
Truth be told, I'm not complaining about all of the extra loving I've been getting either...
Squat stinks. We know this. She said she'd update, and she hasn't. But I guess she has a pretty good reason - this time. We have a new furless one in our house! He was born on September 4. He is awfully little and very sweet. He cries some, but the furless ones really love him, so I do too! Cricket and I have adjusted very well! His name is Calvin and we think he's pretty great. A little loud, but otherwise, cute city. I'll see if I can talk Squat into posting a pic of the little doodle. I'm quite excited for him to start eating regular food and I can assist him with his clean up!
Other than that, same old, really. One sad update, the Petite Crickeet has developed diabetes. She has to get an insulin shot twice a day. She's doing pretty well with it, all things considered. She has special food and treats now too. But she is still a happy thing, and she is very much enjoying Calvin. I think she likes him more than me and the big furless ones.
Alright, baby furless is needing attention and Squat is just not on the ball!
Hope all of our dogster friends are doing well! We miss you guys!
Dear Diary - Squat's lack of diariating for me is appalling. Tragic. Annoying. But things have been, ya know, going. We live very exciting lives. Okay, that isn't really true at all.
But we have had a couple of important developments that I'll share with my Dogster pals.
1. I sleep on the floor now. All the time. Apparently, the furless ones are over sharing the bed with me...I'll be honest. I don't mind toooo much. I now sleep on a dog bed, covered with two down comforters. And I also require Pajamas. Every night. If the furless ones forget to put 'em on me, I wake up in the middle of the night, with the crying and the shaking. Oh sure, the heat only goes down to 63 at night...but really, that is only a couple degrees above freezing.
2. Cricket has become an allergic kid. We don't know what is bothering her, but she has developed horrible itchiness and it just stinks. We are now on a special Wellness food - nothing but venison and rice. Her treats are venison jerky. No more delish food for Cricket. Which means, in turn, no delish food for me. Apparently, it would unfair to Cricket to watch me eating all kind of amazing eats and she have to suffer with only venison. SO really, we are both suffering.
3. I still hate getting up in the mornings. I won't even get up when a W-A-L-K is mentioned. I need my sleep. Oh, and I still like going to bed at night. Come around 11pm, it is time for the izzman to go the heck to bed.
4. Grandma and Grandpa Furless have moved to town! It is wonderful! So many more pets to get and laps to flop in. Grandma Furless gives the BEST back massages. I've been known to sort of back myself right up to her and hanker down, requiring her to give me many many pets on my back. And if she stops, well, I'll harass her. Crying, whining, licking. Ya know, like I do.
Well, it is dinner time, but we are going to try to post more often. We will definitely try.