If dogs were humans they'd all be locked up as pyscho-nutters. They combine pointless aggression with intense stupidity.
You quietly walk past the garden or house they are in and they go berserk leaping at the fence or door and barking at you, effectively screaming at you in their stupid dog-language "'**** off get out of here or I'll **** you up, you hear me you ****, I know you are going to break in and attack everyone, I'm onto your game you *******!, go on **** off out of here, I'm a psycho I am, I'll have you, I'll rip your head off!!!" like a Joe Pesci mafiosi character only not so easy-going.
Then when you just carry on past as you were always going to do, as every single person the stupid mutt has ever barked at has done, multiple times a day for years, the stupid canine hooligan sits back and thinks smugly to himself "ha, saw him off, I'm the man, I am, no-one messes with me"
Actually, dogs, like chimps, can understand plain, simple English.
And unlike some component of the human race, they're mostly capable of loyalty and unconditional love.
They are capable of communicating with humans merely by facial expression and their eyes on an emotional level.
Of course, people who see dogs panting with their mouths open and tongues hanging limply think the mutts must be smiling and happy, when they're simply doing something toward metabolic balance attributed to sweat glands.
There is a joke about dogs and cats, which might give some insight into the differing nature of canines and felines.
A dog looks at his master, and thinks to himself "You must be a god!"
And the cat sits there, also thinking to himself "I am a god!"
Perhaps you should entertain yourself with a recent film, extrapolating what is known about human pre-history, entitled "
Alpha". In the end, the Alpha turns out to be a female.
Also, it seems that one of Jack London's most popular books has now shown its third or fourth
remake, featuring Harrison Ford. Of course, Buck, the canine hero of the story, has a lot of CGI enhancement in the film. Having glimpsed some of the interviews and background for the film, it may impart too much cerebral capability to the main animal character, but I'll have to see it for myself. It may not be that farfetched. Of course, this was fiction dreamed up by London, based on his adventuresome excursions in the Klondike gold rush, and probably infused with the affection London had for his childhood dog, Rollo.
Rollo was a very good boy -- good boy, indeed!