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’