While watching the dog howling with Pavarotti, my own poochie came running and joined in. Is there anything better than having a bunch of like-minded souls howling at the moon together?
When Gulliver, our last Flattie, was a mere pup, he decided to howl with the local coyotes.
At three in the morning.
From his crate.
In our bedroom.
I had two beagles who would do the same, it sounded like the Hounds of the Baskervilles!
We had a coyote in our backyard for a while, it would sit next to their doghouse at night.