Cujo the Dog
Real Name: Cujo the Dog
Date of Birth: Unknown
Place of Birth: Castle Rock, Maine
Race: Canine (that's a dog dude!) Sex: Male
Height: 3' (est) Weight: 200lbs
Reference movies:
Cujo
GONE TO THE DOGS
Well this is a first for the Psycho Analysis section. Our first psycho animal report.
It's a dog eat dog kinda world out there, literally in the case of Cujo here. Just replace the second dog with person. When you're a little mad and have sharp teeth and foam around your lips then it becomes a little more dog eat everything kinda world. Yes, another of Stephen Kings’ warped creations is made very real on film. And its no loveable story of man’s best friend. His name is Cujo, and he’s more memorable than Spot, Rex or Rover that’s for sure!
When man’s best friend is a 200lb St. Bernard surely you’ve got no worries? Well that in many ways is very true. But when man’s best friend no longer wants to be your friend you could find yourself in a hell of a lot of trouble. Cujo was a nice enough pet, maybe even a little slow and dim-witted. But one afternoon chasing rabbits happily in the sun soon changed all that. Because the dumb dog had his little nose bitten by, you guessed it (or maybe not), a rabid bat!
No walkies, no fetch, and no other butts to sniff. Cujo is transformed into a crazed beast foaming at the mouth. And the beast gains one hell of a mean temper - worse that an old person trying to return soup at a deli. Your only hope is for him to have a sudden case of itchy nuts and do your best to run away as he is distracted with that tongue on testicle task.
Everyone is in trouble. None worse than Donna and Tad Trenton who moved from the hustle and bustle of New York City to the peaceful surroundings of Castle Rock, Maine. I often notice how so many people in horror movies move to these quiet little places for a little bit more of relaxing life and end up having to deal with things like reanimated pets, tropical spider plagues, or hell raising puzzle boxes. Fair enough the estate agents are hardly gonna mention it if they’re in with a sniff of a sale but still, do some checking people! It’s these quaint and quiet little towns and villages you gotta watch!
Anyhoo, the dog is one scary mother. Of course it would be, but that's all it is at the end of the day. Rabid dogs occur all over the world every day and maybe Cujo is an extreme case but he does lack that special horror ingredient - fantasy. He's all too real and scary and unlike the majority of our previous Psycho's he doesn't appear to have that extra dark, mysterious and unnatural force driving him. But I suppose that's what I get for analysing an animal - no axes, no chainsaws, just razor teeth and flea problems. Woof!
