A month or so ago, the older lady who lives across from us stopped me outside and told me how she chats with my dog when she goes out on her walks (Fina spends most of her day on our wide windowsill). I laughed but was secretly horrified, since Fina barks (and barks) at every small outside disturbance.
Today, however, I got home from work early and opened the windows. Our neighbor did stop and chat with our dog, who looked on without a peep. I was hidden from sight, and it was my favorite part of the day.