Nicknames: Izmo, Izzyboo, Big Orange (that's what EG calls me)
Birthday: December 1st 1996
Likes: Non-stop petting, chasing tennis balls but refusing to drop them, sleeping beside her Dad, Peanut M&Ms which are offlimits, tag-team squirrel, cat, and chipmunk hunting in the backyard with Ernie
Pet-Peeves: Fireworks, Seat belts, Kleenex, buggies, her brother Ernie chewing her feet, anytime her mom & dad are out of her line of sight
Favorite Toy: Izzy loves her llama baby and tennis balls
Best Tricks: Barking at the buggies on the ceiling
Arrival Story: Izzy was abandoned and passed from home to home in a pretty rough section of town for the first six or seven months of her life. My mother-in-law was talking to a woman in line at PetSmart who told her she had Izzy but couldn't keep her, and so my mother-in-law, who already had a rescue of her own, told us about her. We can only imagine what happened to Izzy before she came to live with us as she is still very neurotic and suffers from separation anxiety, no matter what we have done in 11 years, although getting her brother Ernie six years ago, does seem to have helped some.
Bio: Everyone who meets Izzy wants to take her home with them because she is so loving and sweet. She is exceedingly gentle, and mellow, and would be content to follow you from room to room and sit at your side for the rest of time. She is happy as long as she's with her people. One time when Izzy was a puppy, she got so upset when her Dad left her alone in the truck while he went into the Home Depot, that she chewed the latch off the window in the back of the cab, slid the window open, jumped through it, out of the truck bed, ran through the automatic glass doors and went flying up and down the aisles until she found her Dad in the back of the store.
Izzy was the A #1 Buggy hunter extraordinaire at our house. I snatched those nasty buzzards right out of the airs!
Mama spent a whole weekend stalking one fly last weekend, until she finally got it with a box of donuts and smacked the living gutses out of it, all over the kitchen counter. Even Izzy was a little grossed out, when I saw that.
Papa said, "I bet you miss Izzy now, huh?"
BOL! Thanks, Papa. I might have drived Mama crazy with my hunting, but she has to admit, when it came to maintaining a Fly-Free house, Izzy was the bestest!
One of the B-boys is a fly hunter. Mama knows because she found a fly carcass on her new good furnytures recently, and it had been dewinged. AND DELEGGED, too! I know who it is, but I'm not telling. Heehee.
And you looked so pretty in it, with your Orange fur all ablaze.
Many of our best memories of you were in the fall times...16 years, that's a lot of pumpkins, you posing in the leaves, supervising our yard decorating during the holidays, scarecrows, tombstones, penguins, all the costumes, your love of trick-or-treaters, road trips to the cabin when Grandpa was still alive, when we were building our second floor...
Like your friend Maggie, who still shows up at our door, even in her golden years looking for treats (she should be with you soon) you never needed a leash. You knew where your home was. But that didn't keep you from visiting your neighbors. We'll never stop talking about the time you came running home from Gary & Sandy's with your head stuffed up a turkey carcass, giant drumsticks on either side of your head. You were so proud of yourself.
A year later and it's still not really real, that you're gone. You were such a quiet presence in your senior years, that I still expect to see you asleep on the sofa, curled up in a little ball.
You will always be Daddy's girl. But your Mama loved you very much, too. We hope you and your brother are taking good care of each other up there in the most wonderful place.
It is truly more wonderfuller than Izzy have evfur imagined up here in the beautiful heaven!
All of us are all bananas up here, no top bananas, no second bananas....just a bunch of happy angel-ly bananas, running like the wind, playing like puppies again.
Izzy cannot tell you how happy I am. I could try, but I nevfur had the gift for the gabbing that my brofur Ernie G. had. Hooman words cannot expresses what it is like to be reyooonited with so many of my fambly and furriends.
Izzy can hardly wait for Mama & Papa to get up here, and evfun Bacon & Beanie, too. Then we can all be here in the most wonderfur place for eternamatease!
There is no sadness in the Most Wonderfur Place, and Izzy wishes I could share that with my fambly and furriends down on the Earths.
Izzy wishes I could come back down just to tell you that. Do not be sad for missing us, because one day you will be here, too. We will be togethfur again, and evfurry day will be the most happiest day evfur.
I wish I could send a note to my furriends down on the earths to let them know that...so they could tell my best Papa...and they could tell Pepper's Mama who just found out Pepper will be getting her wings soon, too!
Do Not Cry for Missing IZZY B, Papa, because I am WATCHING YOU!!! Just like always. I am in your heart, beside you at night when you is sleeping, and one time I evfun rode to work with you in your brand new truck!!!
AND NOW, Just when I thought Izzy Beesun's after lifes could not get any better, Ernie G. just came trottin ovfur with his ginormous hinder and thunder buns shaking up evfurrything in the whole universe, and he told me that my furriends on Earth paid me a special tribyoot.
"BIG ORANGE!!!" Ernie arrrooooed, "YOU ARE DOG OF THE WEEK ON DOGSTER!!"
"Holy GUACAMOLE!" I said. And I almost fainted, but angels don't faint, they just bounce right back up off the clouds.
Then of course Ernie tolded me how he were actually Dog of the Week for like three weeks in a row one time, but that I should be proud of myself, a dog of my humbly beginnings. OH BROFUR. Some things nevfur change.
But ANYFUR, WHAT A MONYOOMENTAL DAY in the Most Wonderfur Place.
I hope Mama and Papa are proud of me. I love them. And I love all my furriends so much.
Dog Bless Them All!!! Now it's party time!
(p.s. Izzy sends special love to my othfur pain-in-the-hinder little brofur...Izzy says it are time to moof on. Be a big boy, Bake-a-Cake! Izzy still gots your back.)