She's about a hundred years old in dog years. Every time I play with her spouse reminds me of this. She doesn't seem to be aware that her body is falling apart and still enjoys playing our game of me grabbing her maw and her trying to playbite my hand. I think she sees it as a cookie getting game since after a few minutes of playing it, she'll stop and run over to the pantry and stare at me until I go over and give her something. It's true, she has me trained. I took her out for a walk on Sunday. I really think it was her last one. She just loves being outside amongst the world of smells but her feet drag and trip her up all the time. This week she gets whatever she wants. And ten thousand kisses.
She really hates the camera though. Every time I try to get a picture of her, I have to hide the camera or she'll immediately turn away and skulk, tail between the legs like it's some kind of torture device.