The dog whined as she opened the door, looked up at her.

The car that was coming stopped a few yards away and a dog whined.

The dog sat in the shade beneath the man and whined when we passed.

The dog whined but its eyes did not open.

A small dog whined and tried to jump up on the table.

The dog whined and tried to move closer to his young mistress.

The dog, who had followed Stack to the door, whined once, and came back to her.

The dog was whining in the kitchen, scrabbling at the door.

Then the dog ran to the door and stopped, whining.

The dog whined again, almost as if he were telling her to shut up.