But Patch’s mother, an old, wise Dalmatian named Perdita, walked forward and gently licked the white pup’s ear. “That’s all right,” she seemed to say. “Your bark is in there. It’s just shy.”
And as the moon rose, Ghost dreamed of a hundred hearts beating as one. In his dream, he finally let out a bark. It was silent to the world. But every dog in London woke up, tails wagging, because they heard it perfectly. 101 dalmatas
Patch didn’t tell the humans. They would call the police, dig for a week, and find nothing. This was a dog’s problem. So, he invoked the Twilight Howl —an ancient pact among the city’s strays. But Patch’s mother, an old, wise Dalmatian named