Muffin

"Arrrrrroooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The lonely howl made her pull her blanket a little more snuggly around her shoulders, despite the fire still crackling in the fireplace.

"ARRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Not so lonely the second time (at least two more howlers had joined the first), she threw her blanket aside and went to the sliding glass door that lead to the back yard. 
It was much too dark to see anything beyond the weather ravaged deck that wrapped around the modest house, the deck illuminated only by the soft yellow glow escaping through the lace curtains adorning the windows.

"Muffin!!  Muffin, time to come in, girl!"

She paused, waiting to hear the galloping gate of her dearest friend and cohort racing across the yard.  When the sound didn't come, she repeated the call-something she hadn't had to do since Muffin was a pup.  Still nothing.  Grumbling to herself, she went to find her slippers (upstairs, of course).  A chorus of cries interrupted the silent mouthful she was giving her absent furry friend- a choir piercing enough to, at first, bring her to a halt as she reached the top of the stairs-then make her run, cram her feet into her slippers, and seemingly fly back to the sliding glass door, all in a second's time.  She was about to open the door, and mentally, already through it, when Muffin came trotting into view.

Something like Muffin, at least.. This dog's muzzle was grossly elongated, unable to close around a sea of horrificly oversized teeth.