Собаки пахнут морем

You know, it's like having a dog, and it chooses someone else as the owner, not you. And as soon as the "other" rings the Bicycle bell, the dog, happily wagging its tail, rushes to catch up with him. And you follow her. It turns out that for him, too. But you can't say anything: just stand there and breathe in silence to the beat of the waves.