Now THAT touched my soul or whatever it is inside of us that's primeval and adventurous.
I'm thinking of the time my very best dog, a male collie I named Travis, and I were walking across my snow filled pasture heading for home, it was early February, before the turn of the Century. There was little light still in the western sky when we heard it echoing down the canyon. A wolf howl pierced the quiet surroundings. Travis stopped in his tracks, turned around and walked away from me, oh, about 20 feet, stopped again, faced the canyon and let out a wondrous and long howl. It was answered. A little time past, there were no more howls, Travis turned around, looked at me for several seconds, I said not a word, directly he came back to me on a little trot. I petted him and he and I made our way back to the warmth of our log cabin.
I often wonder what they said to each other, for surly they communicated.