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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.
Forums Motto: Eat, run, and be merry.
The Groups I'm In: AnimaLimpix 2008, Canine Clowns, Fast Dogs, HOPE, Ibizan Hounds, Pittsburgh Steelers Fans
The Last Forum I Posted In: Should we be nekkid for the wedding?
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.
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.
Ok, don't get me wrong. I'm glad Squat is updating my diary and pictures again. But see, I have a couple problems.
I do more than sleep. I totally do. I protect the house when Tall and Squat unleash the yellow machine of sucking fury. I bark at it every single time. Sometimes I'll even paw it.
Also, I eat. And I have been known to fetch a toy at least 10 times in a row. Additionally, I am an accomplished cat poo finder and eater. And of course, I bark at the farking poodles that live behind us.
I also love to watch furless ones get their cookeration on. LOVE IT. See, I just stand in the kitchen and I observe furless ones while the cook. I like to take it all in. Apparently, it can be a bit unnerving for furless ones who are not used to cooking with an Ibizan staring at them the entire time. I think it is particularly unnerving cause I'm not trying to steal food. Occasionally, I sniff the air and I will happily clean up any bits that fall to the floor. But I'm not about counter surfing. I just watch. I learn. How else Am I going to get the skills to star in my own cooking show? ?
And my other problem with Squat's picture updates...I mean, c'mon. The pictures are TERRIBLE. You'd think that Squat, as a furless one who will take and delete a picture of herself 24849940 times until it turns out just right, would be a bit more conscientious about posting unflattering pictures of me online.
I mean, I don't even really ever sleep with my tongue hanging out of my mouth. I drool like I'm getting paid, but I am far too demure to sleep with my tongue hanging out of my mouth...like some sort of neanderthal Ibizan...Just horrible. And so not only does she document my unpretty moment, she posts it on the web, diary. For everydog in the world to look at. And I'm not even going to tell you about the second picture she put up. Let's just say it involves me laying on my bed like a dead roach.
I will have some sort of revenge.
Plotting. Plotting. Always plotting. Even when I'm sleeping, I'm going to be plotting.
Dear Diary - I am beyond angry with Squat. She has failed to update my diary, despite my REPEATED requests to do so.
She has no good excuse either. No big changes, no exciting moments. She just plain stinks.
I finally guilted her into writing it. I won't tell you how, but lets just say it involved a lot of crying, whining and being annoying.
So. What is new...
Well, I am no longer in the bed. I kinda made the decision myself a bit. See, one night, I just went to sleep on my bed. Of course, the furless ones are very happy. And for the most part, I'm pretty happy too.
Of course, they put me in the bed this morning and it was HEAVEN! PURE HEAVEN!
But we are all healthy and doing well. Poor Cricket is having some allergy issues, but other than that we are good to go!
And ya know, I've done TONS of funny and exciting and awesome things in the past few months...but SQUAT can't remember any of them. SOOO annoying.
In fact, she can even remember telling Tall that X or Y was definitely diary material. And now she can't remember any of them.
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