This is Wrong

I have shared my sweet and loveing American Pitbull Terrier and his rather spoiled life with all who care to read it, now I am going to tell you about 2 other dogs that are in my heart and always a little tug of worry in the back of my mind. They came in to my life when they were around 7 weeks old, all cute and little and every body wanted to hold and pet them. They belonged next door to the eldest 2 sons of our nieghbors. At first they ran loose and that wasn't a problem really because they were small pups and they stayed next door for the most part. But as they grew they became destructive as unattended puppies will do, tearing up the insulation and cables under our home. They became a bit of a problem. We talked to the boys about it and the parents and soon the dogs were chained up with new chains, collars and plastic dog houses. And they stayed like that for a large period of time untill one day the boys came and got them and moved them. Later we found out that they had both gotten rental houses and had taken the pups to live with them. End of Story. No. A few monthes later the male dog,"Fat-Boy" was back, chained out back again. Eventually, his little sister was also back and both Fat-Boy and Sweetness remained there in the backyard of our nieghbors for a year and a half.
During this time we got ourselves pretty involved with the dogs because they were often in need of our attention. What I mean by that is that they spent the hottest days of the summer with no shade or water, they were tied on 15 foot chains so they were always in thier own shit and waste, and on 2 occasions the managed to get tangled together in such a way that the chains acted as touniquet around thier necks and one was passed out the other well on it's way. The chains were so tight I almost failed to rescue them in time. After that incident, they and I were bonded. They were clear who we were, the good people who cared.
When you have been as involved with dogs as I have been you learn the language of dog. Though each dog has a variation of that language the base stays the same. So you know what each bark indicates and how to decipher every whine or growl in time.
There were times that the dogs would bark all night. I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I would go check it out only to find them tangled or hungry sometimes just scared but often no water. I came to know when they needed help, and eventually we just made a point of going over to them 2x's a day with food and some love. I bought clean 5 gallon buckets and used my dremel to cut down one side in a half circle and we put rebar into the ground to stake the buckets to. I would pull the buckets evry three days and bleach them and the food dishes and my partner, Rick would rake the poop up and we both would lavish them with love. If they got loose, we would collect them and return them to their chains. On several occasions, Sweetness would get loose and come to our bedroom window and softly whine for us to help her.
When we took care of them they rarley barked, or broke loose, why should they, thier needs had all been met.
Then one day we came home and the dogs were gone. My heart ached for them. Because if the boys didn't care for them here what would happen to them some where else? I worried and worried, and made a point of enquireing about them and how they were doing every time I saw the boys.
Then one morning I heard a single bark so familliar coming from the back yard! I ran out there and sure enough, there was Fat-Boy jumping all over me and whimpering softly as if to say,"Oh human friend How I have missed you!" Sweetness was with her boy and they were doing much better from what I understood. She was indoors and had other dogs to play with where they lived.
Fat-Boy was so lonley with out her, when they were both together, they would howl every time they heard a siren, it was always an experience to hear them. Now that he was alone his solo howls seemed more like cries of despair and loss than anything, and I would go and try to comfort him.