Almost Quiet Night

Except for the barking dog, it was a quiet night. H stood in his doorway and listened for a moment, looking out on the dark street. It was distant, he thought, and not the normal sort. Usually the dogs he heard would bark a few times and then pause to wait for a response. This dog was barking incessantly, not interested in listening, only focused on broadcasting something to its world. What could be so important, H wondered. Finally succumbing to the winter chill, H closed the door and locked it. The barking was so muted now he could barely hear it. At least it wouldn't disturb his sleep.

A block away, behind heavy oak doors, a German Shepherd named Dover pleaded for anyone to notice his owner lying on the kitchen floor. The dog alternated from the front door to the back, tracking blood through the house in the process.

Reboot

Well, it's been a few years and no one has posted another entry in our story,

I'm changing the rules a little to allow consecutive posts by the same author since I was the last writer and I'm tired of waiting for what I think may well be forever.

So, new rules...I'm telling a story. Feel free to chime in if you'd like. I'm also starting a new story since I can't remember what the old one was about.