There were dogs in Michigan when we put the dock in — two white dogs and one black one.
Izzy would have run circles around them (in the literal sense, not in the my-dog-is-better-than-yours sense), and then she would have run straight into the woods which would have been the last we saw of her, because within seconds she would have been on a bee-line off to … Kalamazoo.
And this, alas, is why there was only one black dog and two white ones up there in the woods.
Trudy objects to this characterization of Miss Izzy.
“She would come back…,” she says, but I know no such thing.
Besides, Izzy would never sit quietly for hours in a carrier under a seat in an airplane. But don’t tell Trudy about this opinion of mine, because there is no doubt that she’d love to put the hypothesis to the test when fall comes around and the dock needs to come out.