Hope they have great homes. Used to howl on deserted beaches in northern California to relieve stress. The sound is probably still there among the noise of the waves breaking captured by the foam.

I'm sure the puppies have the best homes possible.
Talking about howling. When I was a young woman living in DC in an old brownstone with umpteen room-mates, we all were respectable people with respectable jobs. But come full moon, we all got on the roof and howled at the moon. Go figure.

You did a good thing taking care of the puppies and finding them homes.I'll bet you screened those homes.

Don't you feel lonely? I am sure they have great homes.
Can I howl with you? I am sure it would be for different reasons but since I can't throw things (guess who would have to clean things up), howling seems like a good alternative.

Is that howling the same as "howling at the moon"? Or in my case, screaming at the top of my lungs? Fortunately, I don't feel that way too often; when things get out of control I tend more to wanting to hide in the closet or pull the covers over my head.

Taking care of the puppies and finding good homes for them was a "good thing", as Martha would say.

endorphinjunkie - I'm thinking of you while my dog is howling outside on the deck. I went out with a flashlight and couldn't detect any intruders - human or critter. The moon is not full. I have no idea what he is howling at, but I think maybe it's just because he likes to. Glad you found homes for all the pups.

(((Michael)))