The dog howled, not barked, howled. Then stopped. The noise was preferable to the sudden silence.
Inside the vacation cabin, Thomas held an open book on his lap. It made him look like he was reading. Sue stopped in mid-knit.
“The dog?” she finally questioned her husband.
“I better check on him,” Thomas said, closing the book and putting it on the new end table made to look rustic. “Probably got his foot stuck somewhere.”
Sue rose when her husband did. “Wait. The dog would still be howling if it was only his foot.”