The fat lady in her designer sweat suit and with her designer thermos did not show up this morning.
Yesterday she was met--again--by the pack of screeching canines who share my house, and in spite of having met them before ( same way ) she grabbed the biggest stick she could lay her well manicured hands on, to ward them off.
That was when I stepped out and yelled at her that the dogs did not mean any harm so to put down the stick. Besides, I said ( yelled ? ) they live here, you don't.
It turned out that the female ( no lady indeed ) resorted to some low-class expletives, most I couldn't hear but the ones that I could were words like " pendejo" kindly translated as "asshole" .

When the couple I had seen when I got back from my trip to town this morning entered the safety zone of the Worthles Ones, I expected the same brouhaha.
Not so. These folks talked to the mutts and petted them and within seconds the barking had turned into obsequiousness, and everybody was having a grand time.
So, I learned, the mutts are friendly to folks who are friendly to them .
Very much like humans.