In the winter of 1982-83, I made the acquaintance of Foxy... a short-legged Alaskan Malemute.
She also could speak... so well that strangers could understand her the first time.
Her owner (Mike R.) then lived in Whidbey Island, Washington (he was stationed at the Naval Air Station there), and had formerly been stationed at NAS Key West, Florida.
Foxy had a certificate from the South Florida chapter of the American Kennel Club (AKC) certifying she had won "most unusual in show" by demonstrating a 50-word spoken English vocabulary, and that she knew the meanings of the words (she used them with proper meaning in a test with the judges, with Mike across the ring to eliminate any possibility of ventriloquism or prompting).
My most favorite incident with her came when Mike invited a co-worker to come over... this guy had all but called Mike a liar... little did he know.
This guy rode a motorcycle... and when Foxy was a pup, Mike had fixed up a basket on his motorcycle to take her for rides.
We heard the motorcycle pull up, and Foxy ran for the door.
When the guy knocked, I reached over and opened the door, and he entered, taking off his helmet.
In clear (if accented) English, Foxy said 'Oooh, I want ride"! (Yes, it sounded more like "Oooh, ri raant ride", like Astro from the Jetsons cartoon from the late 1960s-early 1970s, but he understood it clearly).
The look on his face was priceless... I really wish I had had a movie camera ready, it would have made a great short!
She had had several litters of puppies herself, but only taught one of her sons to speak English.