Brief Ode to Izzy

My almost completely empty house was broken into this morning. Drama, drama, drama. Details aren't important. I'm fine, and almost all the stuff worth taking is already in Texas. The remaining stuff(including the lap top on which I'm typing) was in the master bedroom, where Izzy was. I'm pretty sure her presence deterred further entry and subsequent theft. Thanks, Iz; you've earned your keep! Since the piece of cheese and profuse snuggling may not have adequately conveyed my gratitude for you barking, snarling guard dog act, I've composed a haiku in your honor.

Golden retriever
Loves fetch and peanut butter
Thinks she's a lap dog