A united pack howling out to the world.
|Far in the distance I hear sirens beginning to wail. A fire truck, an ambulance, or police car is rushing to yet another emergency.
An unusual chorus begins. My sweet Lobo, my big black Lab-Wolf, is the first to raise his head to the stars. He is always the one who begins this most unusual concert with his long deep and doleful howl.
He is soon to be followed by his son Sampson with his own tone being a bit higher. It is not quite as deep as his father yet still so so mournful.
Then follows Bella, she is my gentle giant. Tilting her head towards the heavens and closing her eyes, she sends forth the longest and most sorrowful resonance of them all. It comes from deep within of her Great Dane-Lab body. She holds her lengthy tune for as long as possible, for this, we have dubbed her the opera singer of our pack.
Pancake my little Terrier mutt is the smallest of our collection being only half the size of the big dogs, yet she is like a mother to us all. She must join her puppies, and so she digs deep within her little body and puts out a sound only she can make. It is an almost painful sound. More of a sound an injured dog may make, “Yeeelp, yeeelp yeeelp”. I cannot help but laugh.
All are now baying in unison. All making their own beautiful music. These sounds are the same deep reverberate sounds their ancestors made in times gone by when once they ran free and wild. These are sounds passed on throughout time, one generation to the next for millennia and now buried deep within their DNA.
I step outside to where they sit, and in unison they stop and turn their heads towards me. This is their way of acknowledging my presence. I look into their soft chocolate eyes. These eyes filled with a sorrowfulness, yet I see there is the questioning glint. For I am their pack leader. They wait for my response, my orders, my reaction, and I feel their inquiries. I read their thoughts. “ You heard? Sirens again, there is trouble somewhere, someone might be hurt. Should we go? Can we go? What do we do?”
I take a moment and answer them by raising my head to the sky and from deep inside my soul I let out my own mournful howl, “Ahuuuuuuuuuuu, Ahuuuuuuuuuu”. Immediately my pack joins their leader. We are all now with our heads towards the heavens, and our chorus of sounds, one that only our pack can make, begins. We are howling out many well wishes into the world, hoping our wishes travel throughout the Universe to each and every person, to whomever is in trouble. May you be well, may you be safe, may you find peace.