Was it a wolf?
The voice he heard was too small and weak.
He knew who that was.
"Toyman," he shouted, "that's my little pet doggie, out in the cold. Those bad wolves an' tigers an' lions 'll eat him up."
So they ran to the door, the Toyman and little Marmaduke. And he wasn't afraid at all. And they let little Wienerwurst in, and saved him from the grey wolves and the wild tigers and the fierce lions of the Northwind.
Little Wienerwurst barked happily and curled himself up by their feet, in front of the warm fire.
After that Marmaduke spoke only once before he fell asleep.
"You never had any little boys, did you, Toyman?"
On the Toyman's face was a funny look as he answered:
"No, little feller, I never had any little boys."