This is my buddy, Allie. She's somehow a relative, but I'm not really sure how. She's my people-dad's stepmom's dog. She's one of the two dogs my Dad grew up with so she's family, anyway. She's 8, I think. She recently went to the vet and he said "She's so healthy I thought she was only 6!" and predicted that she would probably live 9 more years or so, at the rate she's going...My grandma, Kathe, was a bit shocked at that, because the other dog, Katie, is 10 and she was planning on getting a smaller dog when the time comes and now the time is apparently not going to be for a long while yet...Allie had fun over the weekend.
She doesn't like smoke alarms and the battery in one in her home was dying and doing it's beeping thing. She gets really scared of stuff like that, and nobody was home to take care of her except Dad's half-brother, Derek, who was taking a shower.
Allie got so scared that she climbed right into the shower with Derek and sat there at the back of the tub, away from the spray until he was done and made the smoke alarm stop being scary.
Oh, and this is Katie so she doesn't feel left out.
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