The little dog - Fluffy (as that is how Terry thought of the pug) - had squirmed out of his arms and bounced off towards the door. Terry just smiled, watching the dog - and then realized just where they were and a little dog could be an amuse-bouche for a dragon if it was just pattering about the grounds.
"Oh! Hey, wait," Terry said, hurrying over but the dog eluded him and trotted out the door. "Shit!' Terry swore, running after the pug. Great. First he was shoveling dragon dung and next he was chasing out Tim's dog and probably going to get it eaten by accident.