Liverock, You've had some pretty cool experiences with other people's dogs. I used to live in a cottage near a trailer park. Two cats started hanging around, and I would feed them when it seemed like they weren't going to go away. I thought they were strays. Eventually I started letting them in and thought of them as my cats. When they would be gone for a few days at a time I worried about them. But they came back ... for a few days. I found out that they did this routine with people throughout the trailer park as well. Guess they figured they were the kings of the neighbourhood. And ... they were. When I moved out of the cottage the next year I thought about taking them with me but realized that I'd be taking them away from their real home, which was half the homes in the neighbourhood. Cleo didn't start out as a calm dog. She was quite hyper and anxious, shrilling and barking all day long as she nervously followed us from room to room, afraid of being abandoned again. My son Jesse was the Dog Whisperer who helped her to become calm and relaxed.