Yesterday, Beau howled for the first time since I adopted him.  I heard a melodious bay coming from the front patio, which sounded so much like Bubba's voice it gave me a little chill.  Beau was vocalizing at a dog and owner passing by on the street.  He also barked twice to come back into the house.  

At last, after three weeks, he has rediscovered his voice.  Peaches took much longer to find her voice again after being adopted, nearly two months.  I still remember when it happened.  She and Bubba were at the park running around inside the Little League diamond when all of a sudden in her excitement of the chase she let out a rousing Roo--roo!  I don't know who was more surprised at the sound, me or her.

Doesn't it make you wonder what kind of emotional trauma these lost, displaced, discarded animals must experience to cause them to go mute?  It should.  I wish more people would think about that before they dump their canine companions like yesterday's garbage.