“I found a dog outside while you were on the phone.”
She dropped her cell into the pot of boiling water on the stove. “You what?”
He held the squirming little mutt higher. “I found him.”
“Well, whose is he?”
“Ours, now, I suppose.”
She marched away from the boiling water (and phone). “You know my policy about living things.”
“None but…” She put her hands on her hips.
He looked at his feet. “None but you,” he said.
“Right. Now get rid of it.”
The robot set the dog on the ground and turned his hand into a gun. He hoped it wouldn’t hurt.