Rats!

Not the rodents.  Nor the cry of dismay that Charlie Brown uses.

Little Izzy has a beautiful coat, with silky fur.  She is great with her self-grooming, and Joan brushes her regularly, which Izzy generally enjoys.

Unless there is a mat in her fur.

Then, if the wire brush can't get it out, Joan goes in carefully with scissors.  Which Izzy doesn't enjoy.

She does not hold a grudge...

This evening, Iz and I went for a walk.  At the end of the park near the creek, there is a pile of gravel and rocks.  Always enjoying the "high ground," Izzy bounded up that pile and stood at the top in her best "Lion King" pose.  No, I didn't have a camera with me.

On the way back, we passed an RV where a guy was sitting outside with his black lab puppy... it bolted towards Izzy... I couldn't tell how long the lease was, and stepped between them... Izzy stood her ground, ready to take out the dog (not on a date)... the guy hollered at the dog, and... it reached the end of its leash about 4 feet from us, with a choking jerk.  The guy kind of apologized and drug the dog back.

The rest of the walk was uneventful.  Well, except little Izzy is just a sweetie.