That dog was named Lady. She was 18 years old before she passed away. She was my dog for almost all of my life. Alma adopts almost all of her personality traits from Lady, highlighting her one habit of overestimating her own ability when confronting anything. The dog would challenge everything from squirrels to timber wolves, and the only thing that was able to kill her was old age. A couple of her distinguishing features were her black curly hair and stump for a leg. Lady ended up losing her paw when she was hit by a vehicle at a young age, but she would still happily hobble to those she knew. Speaking of which, Lady was subtly stubborn with whom she lets close to her. I'm gonna miss my dog.
I could make paragraphs about Lady, or I could save what I remember of Lady and put it towards my future work.