“Roog!” the dog said. He rested his Paws on the top of the fence and looked around him. The Roog came running into the yard. It was early morning, and the sun had not really come up yet. The air was cold and gray, and the walls of the house were damp with moisture. The dog opened his jaws a little as he watched, his big black paws clutching the wood of the fence. The Roog stood by the open gate,