With you there, if can't talk to them and get a response then they're not pets.
I'm not capable of taking poor Belle for long walks now so she was very restricted for exercise until I moved here. Now I take her over to the beach in the car when I can and turn her loose. The seagulls exercise her if there's no other dogs over there and when they are, they all get along fine because it's neutral ground.
I think she was in love with a whopping great clumsy Doberman cross horse there for a while, thought she was going home with him.

She only came up to his knees!
It's a fairly deserted, isolated beach and Council approved leash free. Bliss. A friend used to meet me there with her small terrier cross about Belle's size and weight and it and Belle would romp together as long a we let them. But when she brought poor Missy to my place Belle absolutely monstered her. It was hackles up the whole time. Although she didn't attack her, she made it plain she wasn't welcome, and where ever Missy sat down Belle moved her on.
Belle is a small JRXMini Foxy with a big alpha ego and brooks no other dogs on her patch. She's a downright embarrassment really. Neutral ground is the only answer for her. She won't even tolerate birds landing in 'her' yard. Except people are okay, she just gets excited and welcomes all comers which isn't much use if it's a mugger coming in. She's only ever growled at one person in her life and that was a shifty looking door to door bloke who I felt like growling at too.
She was the product of a puppy farm and bought from a pet shop then proved too much of an energy bomb for their toddlers to cope with, so I inherited/rescued her. She'll never win a prize for looks and especially not for obedience, but she's a close and reliable friend so who cares?
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An elderly (80s) friend lost her little silky terrier to the tyranny of old age and was desperate to get another dog for company but didn't want to train a pup.
So, off she went with her niece to the pound to pick a new friend. Found one on the first visit. Nice quiet little fluffy thing? Noooooo. The dog she picked was a crossbred blue cattle dog with a brown head that would have suited a pig dog! It was possibly one of the uglier dogs I've ever seen. It was about 5 or 6 years old and anything but friendly. It was coldly tolerant, but never friendly. None of us could work out what she saw in that awful dog. We thought she'd gone dotty and were a little fearful for her as it came with no history at all, just picked up as a stray and on death row.
But that dog absolutely adored her to exclusion of all else. It let no one near her until he'd checked them out with a good sniffing and if he approved he'd move to the side and watch.
If not then he'd sit between between them and fix the visitor with a steely eye. It slept in the hall across her doorway on the bare boards until she eventually gave up and brought his bed in from the laundry and put it just inside the bedroom door.
She lived just two houses up from the local post office and shops and one day we had a robbery. Big excitement, cops, sirens, the whole bit as these idiots were on foot.
The cops were searching along the back lane behind her house and looking in all the yards for the purps. Mary came to the back door to see what the ruckus was in time to see Bill launching himself at the face of a cop who was looking over the fence. She told us she heard "Shiiiiiiit!" and then "Well they're not in that f*****g yard!"
Seems she'd picked the right dog after all. She obviously saw something in him that we'd all missed.
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