Chapter TwelveFor a reason that she couldn't explain, all the dogs at the centre were extremely agitated the following day. They were barking furiously. Jenny kept checking the pens, but she could find no sign that they had been tampered with or that some other animal, a cat or a fox, had got in. One of the dogs was a Saint Bernard, whom the owner had called Bruno. Bruno, impressively huge, was always the most docile of animals, very playful and very loving. He had simply outgrown his owner's two-bedroomed house. Nevertheless, here he was, teeth bared, growling and barking as if there was an intruder close by.
“I can't figure this out,” said Jenny to the manageress, Paula Markham. “Why are they all so hysterical?”
The noise grew in urgency, both in volume and intensity. Paula shook her h
