It+was+a+dark+and+stormy+night

It was a dark and stormy night. The lights have all gone off and there is just the flickering of two candles and a glow from the coal fire. Instantly I looked at my watch. The pubs closed twenty minutes ago, she must be home. Or maybe not.

Suddenly, you hear a loud banging on the back door. The labrador leaps from your lap and dives under the couch and whimpers.Fear grips you,a sense of danger fills your mind.............your heart thumps.

You think about answering the door or staying where you are. Then again you could run away. Being a courageous type, you decide to arm yourself with a stout club, your mobile phone set to  Emergency and a thick, bulky jacket to blunt the effect of a sharp instrument from a potential attacker. On arrival at the door, you call through it yourself rather than opening directly.

I only just heard the squeaky voice that came from the other side. It was quite unlike what one would associate with the loud hollow banging. More of a whimper really, and also seemed to be coming from about half way up the door, lower than my own mouth level.

"I wonder.." I thought, "I wonder.., I thought, I wonder...."

I open the door, and there standing in front of me was the most ... dog I had ever seen, he was jet black and sleek. I fell back in relief, It was all I could do to remain standing. My best friend Liz was standing there with her dog Felix, soaking wet, hair plastered to her face, " Are you ok? " I asked as she almost fell through into the warmth of the house, "I think so but I ....