When Shiloh was young we tried to teach her to retrieve. We started throwing a ball to her because her mother had been a master at ball retrieval. Shiloh just didn't understand the point of it all and ignored us. We gave up.
I have never seen Shiloh have a bad attitude. She doesn't like some cats, but she has a right to that. I don't like some of them, either.
Shiloh is afraid of bad weather. Several years ago lightening struck an oak tree close to the house and knocked out several of our appliances. I wasn't home when it happened, but it must have been scary. Maybe that is when her fear began.
She has survived three snakes bites. Because of this, she hates snakes as much as I do. If she finds one, she will bark a very definite bark that can be interpreted, "BRING A GUN! QUICK!"
She is my constant companion when I'm outside. I love that girl.