She woke up after I took the picture and stared at me soulfully, so I had to give her pup-peroni. She shook my hand for it like a classy lady. Then she tried to lay down, bark, and roll over simultaneously, because she got too excited to remember to do tricks separately and she really wanted the fake bacon.
Bear in mind, she's old. She's fucking eleven. This is a, what, 84 year old lady, who still freaks the fuck out over some fake bacon. Of course, I was taking a nap today, and she got worried about me, so she made sure I was okay by CLAWING ME ACROSS THE FUCKING FACE TO MAKE SURE I WOULD WAKE UP. So it's not all roses and orgies. She's still a pretty good dog though.