“Where they differ is in temper. Izzy has no control over hers.  When the anger switch flips in her tiny little brain, no one can turn it off.  She is focused to a fault, her tantrums often triggered by the fear of her sightless world. Morgan sighs. She is ready to be released.  She quiets easily and quickly. She is a gentle giant, not a fighter.  She bites only to defend herself.  If her intent were to eliminate her assailant, it would happen in one quick snap of her jaw.  She cannot understand why this monster was brought into our peaceful home.  We were a happy family until Izzy appeared.  She is the Anti-Christ.  She is pure evil.  Our home has become a salient battleground with opponents always vigilant, wary of the other, waiting for the first sign of war. Finally,”