Furbaby

I used to wonder if I would enjoy having a baby. I should have known I would love it. I could have based this prediction on my relationship with the dog.

I liked to provide Walt with enriching experiences. For example, I used to take him to the petting zoo. No, not really, but there's a small barn about a mile from our house, and I would walk over there with Walt just to show him the livestock. "Look," I would say, "there's the horse, and there's the rooster, and there's the donkey!" Walt was interested, naturally, but even though he liked it, a plain old walk and a squeaky ball would have sufficed.

Now that I think about it, the same applies to Isaac.