This morning's prompt is 'doberman'.

Tom dropped back with Ben. "Brenda said to give you a heads up, there's a dog..."

"Leading us?"

Tom looked really young, for once, because he was, and finally spit out, "Begging..."

Ben was about to say something about how they didn't take in strays and instantly reconsidered it. Instead he asked, "I suppose Brenda suggested-"

"No!"

"Don't be squeamish, kid," although the idea would have revolted Ben before one became two then four stomachs to fill.

"Besides, it's a Pekinese."

Ben was frankly shocked. "How?!"

"I don't know, but, ah maybe we can ask that doberman over there, no sudden moves, she looks mean."

"She?"

"Pretty sure."