Isabel
the Wonder Dog!
This is a true story (not that our bios aren't). It was spring,
1994. I'm visiting friends in Miami (city of the pitt bull, human and
non human). Miami Youth Fair in in full swing and Pam, Jeff and I are visiting
the Animal Attraction, the fattest pig, prettiest rabbit, three eared-donkey
etc. The humane society has an exhibit of dogs from the local shelter.
Atop a pile o' puppies is this brindle colored, three pound princess with
big black eyes, white paws, and a spot of white on her nose. She looks
up at me with soulful eyes (almost disguising her mischievous twinkle),
reminiscent of someone, but for the life of me I cannot think of who. The
rest is history. It was a difficult birth, but four days later, we are
both on an airplane heading back home to Tennessee. Isabel in cargo
(much to my upset) and me in coach
Isabel was just one component of my dream. To have my own used bookstore
where I could play music by Keb' Mo' followed by Dean Martin and Beethoven's
Third Symphony (in other words, whatever I LIKED), accompanied by my best
friend, Isabel, (whenever I LIKED), selfish me, lucky her.
Of course my dream also included a place where I could add to
my own library of modern first editions, often autographed by my own favorite
writers, including women writing from the heart from Barbara Kingsolver
and Jane Austen to Katherine Dunn and Jocye Carol Oates. |