One day, not long after adopting a rescue, I was sitting there and I looked over at her. She was a pretty timid dog. She really did seem to think that unless she was being praised, she was doing something wrong. I don't know what her previous owners did to her, but if I ever met them, I don't think we would all walk away from the meeting... ANYWAYS, I looked at her, and I just got this thought "does she know how to howl?"
So I sat there and I did my best howl (it's not a good howl, but it's a howl) and her ears perked up. So I did it again. She sat up and tilted her head. I did it again. She took off running in circles around the living room and came back. So I howled again. She sat down, and she made every sound a dog is capable of making. But she didn't howl.
So I howled again. And so did she. She just looked at me and let it out right with me. But she had her head down and looked... guilty.
So dammit, I howled again and (rather dramatically, threw my head back). And so did she. But this time, everything about her changed. She was *so* excited. She wasn't big on licking, but she licked my face. I put my arm around her amd we kept howling for a few minutes, and I swear, from that moment on, that dog was just *different*.
Luckily, she didn't decide that howling was her new favorite thing, but every now and then I would just sit down with her and we would howl.
I miss that dog. Every fucking fall, I just miss that dog.