Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Two families fought for the title to Eros, and only one could win. One had to outsmart the other—and both had to win over the and firm. Standing beside him made Pop look sort of thin and puny his chest caved in like he was carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders. Even if he was big and sturdy and broad-shouldered in his space blues. Mom said, "Bobby, what are you muttering about? Do stop fidgeting!" hear and laugh at him. But Moira, studying the handsome S.S.P. man surreptitiously, did not notice. Dick was fixing something in the ship. Eleanor stood quietly beside Mom, crooning softly to The Pooch so it wouldn't be scared by the thunderous blast of rocket motors. Grampaw Moseley had buttonholed an embarrassed young ensign, was complaining "Very well, then—" Space-red hands made official motions with a hand-stamp and pen. "Your clearance. And my very best wishes, Sir." "Thank you," said Pop quietly. He turned. "That's all. Ready, Mother? Eleanor? Moira?" Bobby bounded forward. "Can I push the button, can I, Pop? When we start, can I?" . Dick could do anything, everything at once. He took The Pooch into the circle of his left arm, helped his mother aboard, said, "Shut up, kid, you're enough to wake the dead. Watch that guard-panel, Elly. Papers all set, Pop?" And he tickled The Pooch's dimpled cheek with an oily finger. "You act just like your mama," he said irrelevantly, and the baby gurgled. Eleanor cried, "Dick—those dirty hands!" cradle-monkey now." waited, though, to see the cradle-monkey, the man under whose orders compression of air when he swallowed, they were all right again. Dick saw him. "What are you doing here, kid? Didn't I hear Pop tell you to come below?" Bobby said, "I'm not a kid. I'm almost sixteen." "Just old enough," promised Dick, "to get your seat warmed if you don't do what you're told. Remember, you're a sailor on a spaceship now. Pop's the Skipper, and I'm First Mate. If you don't obey orders, it's was something. Moira and Eleanor and Mom to lie down in acceleration hammocks while Pop and Dick sat in observation seats. He waited, all ears and nerves, as the slow seconds sloughed away. Pop set the hypos moment. Bobby moved to his side and watched Moira, too, and Eleanor and Mom, and even Dick. Pop touched Mom's hand. He said, "Martha—I'm not sure this is fair to you and the children. Perhaps it isn't right that I should force my dream on all of you. The world we have known and loved lies behind us. Before us lies only uncertainty...." Mom sort of sniffed and reached for a handkerchief. She turned her back to Pop for a minute, and when she turned around again her eyes were red and angry-looking. She said, " You want to go on, don't you, Rob?" Pop nodded. "But I'm thinking of you, Martha." "Of me!" Mom snorted indignantly. "Hear him talk! I never heard such nonsense in my life. Of me. I'll warrant these men are starving. must not enter certain chambers, that he mustn't push his nose into things that didn't concern kids— Which offended Bobby, who was sixteen, or, anyway, fifteen and three-quarters. So they ate and they slept and they ate again. And Pop and Dick spelled recreation room, Eleanor minded The Pooch, and lost innumerable games of cribbage to Grampaw Moseley who cheated outrageously and groused, the ship. And somehow three Earth days sped by, and they were nearing their destination. The tiny planetoid, Eros. Pop said, "You deserve a great deal of credit, son, for your fine work in rehabilitating the . It has performed beautifully. You are a good spaceman." Dick flushed. "She's a good ship, Pop, even if she is thirty years old. drives at 19.04.22 precisely and make such minor course alterations as are necessary, set brakes." Pop smiled happily. "We're very fortunate, son. A mere fifteen million miles. It's not often Eros is so near Roaring craters, Pop, we're rich! Bloated plutocrats!" "Not so fast, son. Eventually, perhaps not today. First we must plenty of hard work. After that, we might be able to consider a mining operation. What's that?" Bobby jumped. It was Mom's voice. But her cry was not one of fear, it was one of excitement. Is that our new home?" Bobby did not need to hear Pop's reply to know that it was. His swift "They's absolutely nothin'," he informed the walls, "to this hereditation stuff. Elst why should my own son an' his son be so dag-nabbed stoopid?" "'What can't be cured,'" said Pop mildly, "'must be endured.' We have Through howling Bedlam they tumbled dizzily and for moments that were ages long. While Dick labored frantically at the controls, while Moira watched with bated breath. Mom said nothing, but her hand sought Pop's Eleanor cradled The Pooch closer to her. Grampaw scowled. And then, suddenly— moved to the port, slid back its lock-plate. Bobby said, "Can you see anything, Pop? Can you?" And Mom, who could read Pop's expressions like a book, said, "What is it, Rob?" Mom cried, "But—but our supplies, Dick! What are we going to do for food, clothing, furniture—?" "We'll worry about that later. Right now we've got to think of ourselves. That-aboy, Bobby! Thanks for getting 'em out. You girls remember how to climb into 'em? Eleanor—you take that oversized one. That's right. There's room for you and The Pooch—" thing you read stories about. Escape from a flooding ship.... They had time—or took time—to gather together a few precious belongings. Eleanor packed a carrier with baby food for The Pooch, Mom a bundle of provisions hastily swept from the galley bins Pop "The air in the bulgers will carry you right to the surface. We'll gather there, count noses, and decide on our next move. Pop, you go first to lead the way, then Mom, and Eleanor, Grampaw—" Thus, from the heart of the doomed Dick. Bobby, whose imagination had already assigned him the command of the man who earns it wins a rich prize. it's fine and warm, just as the report said. Moira, while Mom and Eleanor are fixing breakfast, suppose you lay out our blankets and spare clothing to dry? Grampaw, get a fire going. Pop and family were waiting now for Dick to return. Pop said seriously, "I'm afraid you'll have to eat them and like them for a little while, Father. We can't get fresh foods until we're settled "I'll eat 'em," grumbled Grampaw, "but be durned if I'll like 'em. "How about the hypatomic?" "Let him eat, Rob," said Mom. "He's hungry." "I can eat and talk at the same time, Mom. I think I can get the hypatomic out. I'd better, anyhow. If we're ever going to raise the ship, we'll need power. And atomic power is the only kind we can get in "What'll we do?" grinned Dick. "Flip a coin?" Pop?" "That I don't know. We haven't seen any. Yet."

<question>:
Who is The Pooch?

<options>:
A The family dog.
B Dick and Eleanor's child.
C Grampaw Moseley's alter-ego.
D Mom and Pop's youngest child.

<answer>:

B