This is a favorite memory of reading Stephen King novels, mostly because it usually gets a chuckle out of people, even non-readers.
I'd been reading King for a couple of years when I picked up Cujo, though at the time he was the only horror writer I'd ever read. I had recently read Firestarter, but was a few years away from reading Thinner. Keep in mind this was probably middle school (I was 11 or so).
Anyway, as had become my habit I was staying awake long after my parents had gone to bed reading. I was getting towards the end of the novel and I just couldn't put it down. I had to know how it ended. However, I was finding the book too dark to finish in my bedroom, so I had migrated to the living room and had turned on all the lights in my house on the way there. At one point I looked up and found my dog watching me curiously, I wasn't usually up so late. I went back to reading. A few minutes later, I glanced up and my dog was still watching me. It was beginning to bother me.
I finished reading Cujo, with my dog locked in a bathroom
because he looked at me funny.
For full impact of that statement, meet my dog, Trooper.
This is Trooper, today:
He is a 16 year old Norfolk Terrier. He has no teeth, can't see, hear, and has pretty miserable arthritis. Granted, when I was in middle school he was a much younger dog, but he's not the most intimidating of creatures.
Now let me reiterate:
I finished reading Cujo, with my dog locked in a bathroom.