What a bitch! (highest compliment)

To K9KidneyDiet:

My Allie is a real Malamute. Her MRM (Malamute Resistance Movement ) name is Guerillera Alexandria. She is an alpha bitch in every meaning of the word. She never backs down from a fight, has insouciantly crushed the muzzle of a dog twice her size who challenged her, and rules her pack with a simple lift of the lip or a look, pure force of personality, without ever having to resort to force. She has only ever been defeated by the cats, who are totally unimpressed ... I have had to get used to having dead opossums, squirrels, crows, chickens, rats, and miscellaneous fauna deposited at the foot of the stairs where I am sure to step on them. NOTHING can be left on the counter; my house is insanely child-proof. Allie loves to hide meaty bones under my pillow or in the bed. I can always tell when something's up when she has on her best sweet-angel expression with freshly-polished halo. She is patiently obedience and agility trained. Her idea of agility sequencing was creative -- the kiddie-pool always was worked in somewhere. She always loved the tunnel and chute as a pleasant shady spot for a snooze. We were on a drill team until about a year ago. She was always letter-perfect in practice. In performance, however .... she liked to live up to the reputation of Malamutes as untrainable. Unfortunately, she had an acute renal episode in practice one night, collapsed screaming and freaked everyone out, and we were asked to leave. We called them wuss-asses and mentioned that it might just as well happen to them, demonstrating that living with a Malamute has a profound influence on one's personality. I am no longer the wuss I used to be, don't back down from a fight, and realize that I'm too old to give a shit what people think of me. As a result, I've become much more successful in my job, am a lot happier, and feel that my life really began when I had the privilege of "rescuing" Allie at 5 years old -- of course, it is she who rescued me, and has given my life meaning every day since.

I have to smile whenever I read about people's little sweet angel dogs. Of course I call Allie my "sweetheart angel pumpkin darling" and tell her every 5 minutes how much I love her. But the reason is that she's a real Malamute bitch, and doG bless her for that. Her handling of the CRF is bracing and inspiring, and she makes me be a better person; she doesn't let me get away with any crap. She's more intelligent and more challenging than anyone I know.