Frank cautiously poked at the strange creature and then lifted it by the scruff of it’s neck. I watched as he walked down the stairs.

I waited until I saw smoke rising in the window before I walked downstairs. Frank had a bonfire going in the backyard. We stood and gazed into the flames; not too close though, the smell was something awful.

“While we’re at it we might as well shoot that mangy—”

BANG

Frank was obviously thinking the same thing.

“Dog,” I finished.