"Dog? Can you come in here please?" Shouted Charlie from the RV's bedroom. There was a gentle click-clack on the linoleum, and Dog stuck his head around the door.
Charlie held up the bed sheet. "For cryin' out loud Dog! How many times have I told you to stay off the bed?"
"Wasn't me." He growled. "Was Cat."
"Dog! For fuck's sake!" He pointed at the dirty paw prints on the sheet. "Only you have square paw pads!" Dog's ears lowered. "Who were you in here with?"
"I know." Said the Cat. "You might want to clean Toaster."