Jasper finds his voice

For the first five days that Jasper spent with us I was convinced that he was mute. From the moment he set his paws on our apartment floor he was silent. Even at night when we shut him into the bathroom he did not whimper, bark or scratch. (I think maybe it had to do with the fact that he spent some time at the humane society and adjusted to solitude there.) Well, yesterday he found his voice. The captain and I were sitting on the floor minding our own business when suddenly a few sharp yips cut through the silence. We looked up and saw what had startled our mute puppy. It was a VERY scary pink plastic bag. No doubt very deadly. I'm glad to know that he knows an intruder when he see's one.