There was the far-off yelping of possum dogs in the dark swamp under cool autumn moons and the smell of eggnog bowls, wreathed with holly at Christmas time and smiles on black and white faces.
" Oo, a big barking noise, oo, help, ah" , but he doesn't really bite very much. You know, he's not dangerous. He can make a lot of noise, but he doesn't really do a lot of damage.
As I wrestled Dean Martin under my arm, the dog threw himself left and right, his eyes bulging with fury, his outraged yapping filling the silent building.
The two goddesses make their way to a large chamber and are greeted by the cheerful barks of Cerberus, the three-headed dog that guards the underworld.
Above the sounds of the waves and the water splashing and Rontu's barking, I could hear the snapping of his beak, which was sharper than the knife I held in my hand.