The doberman-pom cross pressed her ebony nose to the dirt. She turned over a can before letting out a grumble. There wasn't a crumb or spill of food anywhere in this junkyard. She huffed, scratching behind her bandanna before pawing towards the place she'd made her bedroom. It was an old car with plush seats. She'd grabbed a dirty pillow and a blanket and made herself a nice little nest.
She was going to wait for her 'brother's' command before she made any rebuilding moves. So she had no problem curling up for a nap on her velvet seat.