This is my dog, Windy, aka Devil Dog and Spaz. She responds to all these names as well as the popular moniker of No-Windy-No.
Today she went to the vet's and got a grooming session (note the pretty bandanna), a check-up (gained six pounds since last year so we'll have to cut down on treats) and shots. The vet tried to take her temperature rectally but realized quickly that it wasn't going to happen. I could have told him.
For an Australian Shepard, Windy is not the sharpest twig in the woodpile. She's too distracted to play fetch. She runs up to dogs and people and then can't remember why she's there. When we first got her several years ago, she cowered in fear over a neighbor's lawn ornament. In her defense, it was the holidays and the ornament was one of those lighted deer structures with the moving heads. Those are kind of scary.
Despite all these aggravations (and many others on a long list), we love her because she loves us. Desperately. You can leave the house for 10 minutes and when you return she'll practically knock you over to welcome you home. After a hard day, though, it's good to have someone be that happy to see you. Right now, she's parked on the office floor next to me, just in case I need help typing or need someone to scratch. She's loyal and kind and tries to help, just like a Scout, but without the fundraising obligations.
And if you're wondering why her front legs are dirty despite having gotten groomed: After we left the vet's, we went straight to an off-leash dog park, where Windy proceeded to play grab-ass with a Black Lab, roll in the dirt and drool all over herself. Gotta love that Devil Dog.