aka the Unbearable Dogness of Izzi.
When my dog Isadora was still a tiny pup, I wrote about being a dog slave. I had been enjoying almost five years of dog freedom (after my big friendly Keylo Malamute died in 1996.) Training a puppy was definitely an adjustment: teaching her to use her doggie doors, walking on a leash, behaving (she never did learn that), food and treat schedules, and worst of all cleaning up after her. I was looking for that 2001 piece just now, but can’t find it. I did find the original of “The Divine Hamburger Lesson” (that one is included in Seeing Clearly. ) That was a later lesson on tolerance and letting go. I was in a mood to rant and rail just now about caring for an elder dog , until I found this (something I wrote in 2008) and a reference that blows my mind: Continue reading