DD14 has a dog who is... well, okay, it's an adolescent Aussie... this dog is... er-- quite.a.handful. Speaking charitably. Mostly I laugh about this. She has all of my DD's most prominent character features.
whistle LOL. She's proven almost impossible to train for obedience because a human trainer cannot possibly respond QUICKLY enough for her...

We call her DD's "Flying Monkey," due to the dog's nature, behaviors, and her obsessive fixation with my DD.

DH was sitting on the sofa with said dog, who was looking deeply concerned by DD's disappearance from the room (she'd gone to get her watch)... upon her return, DH announced "THERE's the Monkey Master" in a sing-song voice.

I dryly answered-- "I prefer to think of her as the Wicked Witch of the West." (This remark should be instantly understandable to anyone who has raised a PG daughter through her teens.)

DD14, almost before I finished that sentence:

"That's the Wicked Witch of the NORTH West to you. And you'd better behave or I'll use my creature against you. grin

Schrödinger's cat walks into a bar. And doesn't.