I don’t know how old Izzy is, and it is sometimes easy to forget how bedraggled he was when he came off of the farm where he has lived mostly outside for years. I did not think I would be able to keep him and he drove me crazy, blowing through fences, breaking out of crates, tearing the paneling off of the walls. He is such an amazing companion. He is getting older and grayer, and isn’t doing much hospice or therapy work now. He loves to go with Maria to her Studio Barn. I drive him around with me when I do chores, and he still chases sunsets with me when I go out to take photos.

In the afternoon, he comes and hangs around when we do farm chores. He comes near the gate and lies there and does not move until we come out. He can go anywhere, and he loves to charm women and end up in their laps.