You know I'm joking...spoiled beasts that they are. It has to be Sophie, we aren't sure of her age. Maybe around ten by now, definitely a graying face. She has always been one of those dogs that you wonder why you took on, even though you promised for better or worse. It took a year for her to walk on leash comfortably. Comfortable for her, she went from full paranoia to so happy she would regularly pull me down. Then a few years where all was well. She had perfect recall and enjoyed her little dog friends. Then one day maybe five years later she became aggressive towards other dogs, stray cats, any living critter she could get ahold of save for Callie and our house cats. The new thing is peeing...oh did I talk about the panic attacks where I had to lug frozen dog for blocks? Okay our furniture is decent. Gently used but attractive. The first sign was a river of dried dog pee under the couch. Today my daughter pointed out a cushion was visibly wet. Dog pee...apparently she has been peeing through the cushion. I must let them out twenty times a day. If it was Callie he would be spraying not squatting. I've seen doggie diapers. Is it time?