Funny story to this actually...
I stood the night at my stud brother's house recently. That night, I smoked, a lot. So, I walk into the house and its pitch-dark, paranoia set in. I see our friend and housemate on the sofa on his phone and hear somthing moving around on the side of me. Using my phone I realize its just shift, the droopy-eyed, old mastiff. I pet her and went upstairs telling my friend the dog looks creepy. he laughs and I realize that I forgot to give my brother something. So. Brave old, paranoid me goes down stairs and sees this terrifyingly creepy version of Shift fabricated by my brain. I'm absolutely terrified at this point. I hurried and went downstairs, put the medicine in my brother's room then rushed upstairs. SHIFT RAN UP THE STAIRS BEHIND ME. I swan dived on the bed under the covers like a child with a bad case of the giggles because obviously this whole situation is hilarious. Peeking out I seen my friend leading the big, dopey dog back down the stairs. Shorty after everything settled and I wasn't scared of everything , I heard a crash and something big running up the stairs. I screamed "OH NO, WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" and hid under the blanket and my friend turned the light on and seen Shift going down the stairs. . turns out Shift was chasing Marcie , the little black cat. Oh my god it was awful. xD
Side note. Shift does this weird chattery thing with her mouth. Its . so. FUCKING. weird.But over all shes a sweet old lady .

fin.