Not Quite a Dog?

Sure, Sonya chews bones and buries them.  Sure she chases her tail, occasionally catching it.  But she really isn't interested in eating unless her kibble is interlaced with  a treat so vile-smelling that Fio suspects it of being dog crack.  And when Husband tosses a ball at her, she lets it bounce off her nose.  And she's a slug-a-bed.  And even with her crate door open, Sonya will lounge around on her comfy doggie mattress for up to fifteen minutes before wobbling to her feet and venturing out to greet the morning world.

Whoops--Sonya just yelped and dashed into the backyard after a squirrel.  Hooray!  She's a dog after all!