Tom stomped over to a cabinet, pulling out the bucket which the cooks dumped all the excess scraps, and bits into. Makes for a good meal for the dogs. He'd seen her petting the dogs. But they just thought of her as a bitch, like or not. Laid with her a time or two, some.<br/><br/>"Here they are."<br/><br/>He looked about, finding the bowls.<br/><br/>"Divy em up fair equally. And watch out. They tend to get anxious when the smell meat."<br/><br/>It wasn't kindness. If she got bit in some way that she couldn't work, he'd be the one to pay. With that, he began sorting them out, giving a kick to any of them that got to close.