You enter the cabin, and find it rather well-furnished, much to your surprise. It's got a large television set, a microwave, a small refrigerator, and a queen sized bed, as well as a sizeable bathroom.
Marion runs around the cabin, eagerly sniffing at everything, her tail wagging madly. She's so excited, she even shoves her snout right into your crotch, rubbing her muzzle hard against it, sniffing more.
"Heh, heh," you chuckle, "alright girl, that's enough of that."
Marion seems to wink at you, making pointed eye contact, but then goes back to her aromatic inspection of the premises. "Did she just wink at me?" you wonder, but shake it off as your imagination playing with you.
Marion barks at you, running back up to you, again sniffing your crotch. Once more you push her away, this time more firmly. She promptly hops up on the bed, winking at you again. You become more convinced this is not your imagination. Then your mind flashes back to the sign you saw in the park. "Warning! Beware of weredogs!" No, this couldn't be legitimate, could it?