The Rebel

So above is my unique little girl Izzy when she was a growing puppy. This has always been one of my favorite pictures of her. Even then you can see the spunk in her eyes as she gives an indifferent stare at the camera. Last week at work Bryan was helping a customer who trains dogs to help people with different disabilities. He asked Bryan what kind of dogs he had. When Bryan told him, he said that Border Collies (that is Jasper our other dog not pictured) make good dogs to help with people who have seizures because they can sense them coming on. Then when commenting on Izzy's breed, Australian Shepherd, he said that they are too smart and stubborn to be trained to be a special needs dog. That they have the attitude that they know better then you and will not heel to you. Well this could not describe Izzy better as of late. Just yesterday I watched her walk over to the kitchen table and pull off a bag of peanut butter m&ms that she no doubt was planning on having all to herself. All the while she watched me as she did this. I have a theory that she is jealous of our unborn baby. The bigger my belly gets, the more rebellious she becomes. And she refuses to go in the babies room if Bry and I are in there. She waits until we are gone and then goes and snoops around. I cannot tell you all the food items she has ate in the last month, most while we are in the house preoccupied with other things. Now you probably think that I'm leaving a bag of bread where she could get to it or something of that nature, but oh no. She even knocked a closed butter dish off the counter and ate what was inside. She gnawed on a mason jar lid until she got it open and devoured the granola on my couch. What a turd of a woman! Oh Izzy, Izzy, Izzy...