Thomas was awakened by the smell. He sat up and looked around. "Oh a mongrel beast. Such an uncivilized thing. Nobility's obsession with them is mind boggling. Cats are superior. They are good for cannon fodder though. Why do dogs always smell bad? Cats almost never stink. If that thing licks me, it's going to go out the back." He lays back down and turns to face the side of the wagon, so that the dog couldn't touch his skin. He pulled out his blackjack and held on to it.