My dog is sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at herself in the mirror on the opposite wall.

Only she doesn’t know she’s looking at herself.

Fanny, formerly the “love me, please love me” dog who tries to cross the street when she sees someone who might possibly pet her, has suddenly turned tough.

Her brow is furrowed, her ears are raised, and she occasionally punctuates the self-induced tension with a gutteral growl to her reflection.

Such a little goofball…