"Hey! Cool dogs!" George bent to pet one. Fred turned around with a handful of broken pancake bits in his hand.
"Where'd those come from?" He wondered aloud, "They weren't here a second ago!" He watched as George scratched behind the ear of the brown weiner dog on one of it's few white spots. The buffy colored poodle-cross-chihuahua-cross-maltese 'mutt' put it's front paws up on George's leg, as if to grab his attention.
"Aww, so cute." George spoke to Reba from his kneeling position.
"Yeah, but where'd they come from?" Fred mused.