dogs from kabul

Our neighbor's dogs bark and bark, sometimes in the window (movement on the sidewalk, and they throw themselves at windows, with happiness or something else), sometimes in the yard (someone at the trash, or a squirrel, or the sun is high and the day is brisk). Are they thinking of their other life, war and wandered streets? Who transports such dogs, who saves them from a city where people need saving? Are they barking at the smallness of the new world, at the great age of their keepers, at the orientation of the sun? Do they remember better days? A flight on a plane? Could they have wanted the life into which they were flown?