The other day we returned from the store and as I started unbagging things and putting them away Isobel apparently decided she was hungry. For bread. So while I wasn’t looking she grabbed a loaf of bread, opened it, and started eating it plain. That’s my girl! Mmm, bread sandwich.
When I was done unpacking the food I noticed her with the bread in her mouth and started snapping pictures. I also found evidence of what she’d done on the floor.
Before we had Isobel Zorro showed a marked terror of children. Whenever a child of any sort came over, from baby to toddler to school-aged kid, his eyes would get all big and he’d run for his hiding spot under the end table near the couch. From there he was completely safe but had a perfect vantage point from which to observe the toddling threat.
It’s probably a good thing that he hasn’t totally outgrown that tendency.
Many of you who follow me on twitter know that Isobel’s latest endeavor has been her repeated attempts to ride Zorro like he was some sort of orange pony. Now, at 25lbs, Zorro is a big boy. The vet even remarked about how large he was while he was side by side with a giant Saint Bernard.
These aren’t the best photos but I did get some of her attempting to ride him. They don’t accurately portray the hilarity of her walking up to him, slinging one leg over him and sitting down on top of him in one quick motion. They also don’t accurately convey his horror at someone treating him like a pack mule. You can see some of it in the pitiful meow, but really, the full effect of it is hilarious.
Zorro has NO INTENTION OF LETTING HER RIDE HIM EVER.
Not that that stops her from trying.