I love the sound of the trash talk at the fence. My pack's little voices and the mastiff's big booming voice. Sometimes the dainty husky throws in a howl. Of course, all hostilities are abandoned at the appearance of the common and eternal enemy-the squirrel.
My pack does, on occasion, howl. It's usually led by Greta and it is the most magical chorus of all. The sight and sound of any of my dogs with ears tucked back, and nose to the sky, howling, fills me with such love and wonder. But, they are chihuahuas, not timber wolves, so it's a rare and wonderful thing.
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Howling to God. As we all are....
I don't think so-I think dogs spend more time talking to each other (and the squirrels) than we do.
I envy dogs sometimes. Greta is a bit neurotic and yet when she's freaking out I just have to say "calm down Greta" and damn if she doesn't calm down. Why can't I do that?
Thats a beautiful visual.
It is a sight to see and hear.
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