Big dog.

Baby dog Izzy will be two years old in a couple of months, and I'd kind of hoped he'd have stopped growing by now. It doesn't seem to be the case. 

He's not crazy huge -- not like some dogs.

He's not even as big as Nipper was, let alone Tralfaz, who was pretty darn big. But there is a difference. Izzy is more of a cuddlemuffin than those two were. Nipper was all playah, all party all the time, and Fazzy was the eternal watchdog, stoic and humorless (except for when he'd let himself go and be a big goofball). Izzy wants to be close by, but he's getting a little large for it. 

For example, he really doesn't fit under the desk as well as he used to. He liked to lie down there with his favorite toys (feets!), but now bits of him spread out from underneath. I've rolled over his tail hair -- though not his tail -- by accident, to find I'd pulled out hair with the wheel of the chair. This kind of thing didn't used to happen. 

Or say I want a nap on the couch, a fairly common event. The other dogs had no interest in hanging around on the furniture, but you can't keep Iz off it. Now I'm sharing a couch, and there really isn't enough room for the two of us. Nevertheless, we nap as best we can. 

It's sweet that he wants to be close to his people, but it can be very tricky as well. I think we may need a longer couch. But actually, the one we have pretty much takes up the wall. So it looks like we'll have to move to a house with a longer family room. This is getting complicated.