The premise is pretty simple: otherwise sweet and mild-mannered Saint Bernard gets rabies and terrorizes the inhabitants of a small Maine town. Stephen King creates a rising tension and sense of doom in most of his books, but this is unique because there is no magic, no supernatural element. Just a sick dog. He takes us inside the head of the dog, showing the swift mental deterioration caused by his illness. The reader spends a long time urging on the characters, willing them to make the simple connection that remains just out of reach, and which promises the deliverance of the characters in danger. Not my favorite Stephen King, but a solid entry in his extensive catalog.