Down another hallway, we got to the smaller dogs, and puppies as the sign said.
“Puppies?”
“Yeah. This place is a no-kill shelter, so they take in all types of animals. A lot of the places these pets came from were breeding houses, where the animals suffered abuse and were only used for one thing.”
Kind of like me, I thought.
“The puppies, at least, haven’t been through such a hard life. They will take better to having a good home. Not that the older ones won’t take kindly to anew home. Not all of them, of course. Some are surrounded by their owners for many reasons.”
“Like the goat.”
“Yeah,” Sabastian laughed through his nose. “Not sure what his story is. I’m sure we could ask though.”
I shook my head. There was a need to know if I wasn’t planning on taking the poor thing. I had to hope that it’d find its rightful home soon.
I glanced at the row of puppies, most cute and small as they slept or played around. They didn’t look all that much bigger than the kittens, and there were two to three in each of the smaller cages.
“I swear chihuahuas populate as fast as mice,” Sabastian commented, pausing to read more of the small info pagers that were taped up. “They are known to be little yippies.”
I had to agree there. There was a neighbor who had a couple that barked non-stop. Not that I saw more than a glimpse of them here and there.
Moving down the row some more, I paused when my eyes landed on another cage, this one only holding one puppy.
Its fur looked soft, its body on the longer side with short little legs, a longer tail, and floppy ears.
“She’s a cute little thing.”
She really was. Her coloring was what grabbed my attention the most. Light brown and almost gray, with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Bluer than the sky.
“Says here before she was surrendered, she was born to from a mini Aussie while the dad was a dachshund. About five months old. Sweet, but skittish of new people. Sounds like someone I knew.”
I blinked, trying not to blush at the words. But he may be right on the skittish part, at least.
“Whatta you say we meet this puppy?”
“If…sure?”
“Good catch.” He pressed a kiss to the side of my head, leading me around the way towards the front of the place once more. On the way, we did stop at a couple of other puppies, ones that seemed like they’d be a handful.
It didn’t take long for Sabastian to tell the lady at the desk which animal we wanted to meet, and then get placed into a stoned walled room. There were three chairs, a few toys, and on a shelf, a bucket of treats.
“Is this place a better outing than the zoo?” He asked once the lady left us to go grab the puppy, leaving the two of us in here, sitting on metal chairs.
“Yeah.” It was. My mind wasn’t wandering all over the place. “The goat is cute.”
“So it can eat that skirt,” his eyes dipped to my legs, an eyebrow raised. “I think we’ll take the chance with a puppy over that.’
Didn’t he know puppies ate things, too?
Before I could get the nerve to ask that, the lady came in, carrying the puppy in her arms.
“A little about this little gal,” she said, shutting the door tightly behind her. “She’s the sweetest little dog we got here. And she’ll be adopted out fast. Today is her first day to be viewed, and not even posted online yet.”
“I’m glad we get to meet her first then.”
The lady sat the puppy down. “She may not go to either of you, but if you sit on the floor and wait her out, she may.”
I was the first to move, sitting on the floor with my legs bent to the side. Sabastian didn’t do so, instead, he stayed in his chair.
