Dog of my life

This is Ceilidh ("kaylee"), the dog that owns me. She's an 11 year old chow/heeler mix with chow fur, heeler smarts and a little of the attitude of each. She's smart enough to know that a person holding a treat expects her to sit, and if they don't give over the food she'll lay down knowing that's the expected next dog action. She's also stubborn enough to say "make me" if she knows sitting won't get a treat.

It's not that she's untrainable, she still remembers how to heel, something she learned 10 years ago. She only walks politely at my side when I'm mad at her...or maybe that's the only time I demand it. Maybe it's the dozens of names she has including the various middle names...Hooper, Chuckie, Bugs, Ceilidh-Sue, Ceilidh-Marie, Ceilidh-Ann, DOG!, among other things.

I keep saying the next dog will give a hoot about her human and not pick fights with other dogs, but I'm so used to her royal standoffishness... oh dog. I complain about her all the time, but when she had to have 2 lumps (one cancerous!) removed this winter I was more than willing to pay the thousand bucks. (oh dog) What would I do with out the annual dog hair festival?

Oh and then there's the way she sidles up to anyone with a Yummy Chummie and tells them I starve her and beat her.