My sidekick Nike sits up on her haunches and bats the air wanting picked up, or petted or races me to the recliner to sit on my lap as I read QB. She is my cat/dog, she growls if the door bells rings, watches out the window for me to drive up the drive then meets me at the door when I walk in. We have conversations, yes she answers me, I have a feeling she knows more of what I am saying than I do her.
My mare and I have such a connection we need no words we just do.