More Scarlett

“Hi, I’m Sue Musil (‘MEW-sul’) of Irish-Setter Rescue of Ohio. I just thought I’d call to see how Scarlett’s doing.”
“Well, I never did know who was who,” I said; “like who brought the dog to Buffalo.”
“That was me!” she chirped.
“Well believe you-me, you ain’t gettin’ this dog back.” I said. “This is one of the neatest dogs we’ve ever had — perhaps the most Irish-Setter ever.”
“The dog immediately assumed ‘protect-the-property’ mode. Told off our neighbor across the street. Barks at me occasionally when spooked, and then is embarrassed.
“Died and gone to Heaven. Walks galore, park, up-the-street. No more of that puppy-mill foolishness.”
I should note our Sassy-dog was very much an Irish-Setter: a complete spaz; a wiggle-bottom.
But she was built more like an Afghan in the back end.
Killian was small, but full of the hunting-instinct.
He also was somewhat afraid of us; obviously had been abused in prior homes.
But Scarlett looks like a full-size show-dog, and is completely wacko.
More than just a Faithful-Companion — our kind of dog.
The dog put the fear-of-the-Lord into a bunny-rabbit the other night. She was pulling me just like Killian.
“You just get outta here! That lettuce is ours.”

Scarlett is our most recent dog. “Killian,” a rescue Irish-Setter, was our previous dog. He had lymphatic cancer, and didn’t survive. —He was over 10; we never knew his birthdate. (He was a frantic puller. I didn’t break him of it — messed up too much already.) “Sassy” was an earlier dog, an escape-artist; ran away during a thunderstorm and disappeared.