old dog

The mean woman across the street
walks her old dog every day,
around the block, I'm guessing.

The dog can only move slowly, and the woman has great patience as it waddles behind her on a leash. She restrains from walking at her own pace, waiting for it to catch up.

When they near their house, the old dog's tail begins feebly wagging. He or she is ready for a rest.

The mean neighbor woman invariably yells at everyone whom she dislikes and is always cranky. She hasn't made many friends.