The blue house stood at the end of a dirt road. It was the home of eight dogs, a kind of Pippi Longstocking affair, no humans, just dogs. No one knew how they came to live there or what happened to the original owners. And no one knew why the town didn’t come and tear the house down, except the town had two policemen and a creaking fire truck and the dog house caused no problems–it was far away and anonymous both as structure and habitat. If the dogs came and went it was their own business. People understood the dogs had business. This was in the last days before television. People understood many things about their ambient atmosphere. The blue house was just the leftover of a local oddity. And the dogs went in and out of the windows and were untroubled.
Planet of the Blind 