Stella doesn't seem to care one way or the other, she trots along next to me and greets the dogs that she feels like talking to, or those that are smaller; then she can show her superiority by sort of towering over them. However, I notice that she doesn't leave her mark anywhere on that particular route. Usually she marks her territory like a male dog and even lifts her leg, then scratches back the sand. Sometimes she lifts both back legs and does the doggy equivalent of a handstand! Now that she is older she has some tricks to slow down the walk: she'll start limping so that I can stop and inspect her paw, many pee stops are another ruse. I told Roland that I don't take her for a walk, I take her for a pause. Pretty poor pun but it makes me smile.
When Rosie was born, the LBD took it upon herself to be the nanny. LBD wasn't quite so maternal with Lily. Both the girls love the little black dog and lots of cuddles are exchanged ('no kissing' is the one rule I've imposed). For a long time, before Lily was born, Rosie was convinced that Stella was her sister, after all they had the same kind of hair - lots of curls. I reminded Rosie about that the other day and she looked at me with disbelief. "Granny" she said, "Stella is a DOG!"