I awoke before the alarm to the sound of cyotes howling very close the the house. I thought to my grogy self they were in the cornfield. As I began to come back to the world from dreamland I realized the howling was right outside my window. I had to investigate, I crept to the window and peaked out through the blinds. 10 feet from the house I could see a ghostly figure of a cyote. I grabbed the 22 pistol off the top of my fridge on the way to the front door. Quietly turned the lock and eased the door open and slowly proped the screen door open. They were still howling and in my yard. Creeping across the porch not making a sound I didn't want to shoot up my porch screen. Easing the screen door open without a sound. I could see them they had moved to the driveway. I pull up the pistol and take aim cocked the hammer back to be sure My hand would stay on target. As the hammer clicked the critters take notice of me with full attention. They began to bark and wimper. These critters were not cyotes they were something much worse they were stray dogs. However I didn't have the heart. What if they were someones lost pets. Wouldn't be the first lost critter to take sancuary here. So I called for them. Scared with their tales tucked and crawling on their bellies they inched closer. I could tell they wanted attention but were terrified. I got close enough to let them sniff my hand. They were snow white and looked like fluffy white cyotes and they sure howled like them. They were skinny and in poor health. I decided to give them some food and water. Then left them to go in the house for my daily routine. They stayed and Mountain Man was not happy "More mouths to feed" the Natives instantly fell in love with them. I myself knew I could not let them starve. We put a sign down by the road "WHITE DOGS FOUND" after a couples day we had a neighbor stop by to tell us they were shoved out of a red car in front of her house a week before. Then another neighbor said they had been fighting with his dogs 3 days before. We took down the sing and the Natives named them Ghost and Huskey. They turned out to be some of the best dogs we ever had. They had been very mistreated by someone and not cared for they were wormy, thin, and terrified. I really hate the things people are capable of. Sadly we lost Huskey in November during deer season. We found him one morning 40yards from our house in our corn field shot through the neck. I didn't have the heart to tell the Natives that someone had killed their beloved pet. I told them he must have ran away and maybe some day we would find him. In spite of the sadness of loosing one we still have Ghost and let me tell you I am in love with that sweetypup. He is my buddy. Mountain Man teases that I love Ghost more than him. I tease back if that was the case you would live outside and my buddy would live in the house with me.