I am nearly 11.  The good part is I am now a sophisticated, worldly animal.  When I was a young chow, I admit I was hot headed.  I was the bad dog of the neighborhood - challenging all from behind my 3.5 foot tall picket fence.  I started fights with other dogs at the drop of a hat, snapped at children, and threatened passersby, and I chased cats with a vengeance. 

The bad part about being nearly 11 is I am nearly deaf and my hip hurts sometimes.  My human (who is also getting up in years) complains about her hip too.  I think she should quit running and she thinks I should quit chasing cats.  The human gets terrified when I dive off the levels in our new yard and will no longer let me jump in or out of our jeep. I don't like that the human runs the hills around our new house because she complains that her hip hurts and then she doesn't want to take me for a walk.  Her insistence on lifting me (50+ lbs) in and out of our jeep is not helping the situation.