We’re dog-sitting Tobi again, and the poor old girl is… well, going a bit senile.
I’m almost positive she’s turning into a cat:
She sleeps all day long
Runs around at night
She won’t listen to you when you call her
She’ll rub up against your leg
Won’t play catch
She looks at you like you’re an idiot
The only way you know she’s around is because you hear her shake her collar
She won’t perform tricks (not anymore)
If you scratch her the right way, she’ll ‘purr’
