Though Demelza had at one point assumed she knew a fair bit about the shelters and how they were run, she finds herself realizing now that she truly hadn't the slightest idea. There are different yards and so many gates and so many dogs that Demelza finds she doesn't know where to look first and instead settles on simply following Greta. They are here for her, after all, and it only makes good sense to make her the centre of what they're doing, especially when there are so many distractions around them.

She could spend hours here, she realizes, playing with the dogs and caring for them, brushing them and feeding them and making sure they're walked. Her job at Green Gardens is one she loves dearly, but perhaps they would let her come by the shelter once or twice a week, just to help a little here and there.

The dog that approaches them is perhaps less excitable than some of the others they had seen inside and Demelza thinks that may be for the best. She and Greta have spoken about it, after all, they've discussed how it would be best for the dog to be patient with children, and one that jumps and barks is probably not the one Greta is going to want to bring to Green Gardens. This dog, though, is gentle and not quite timid, but slow in its movements and Demelza smiles when Greta rubs its belly, sinking into a crouch alongside her.

She holds her hand toward the dog, letting it sniff her fingers before she begins to stroke its ears gently.

"Tis terribly soft," she agrees with a smile. "And so sweet. What a lovely face."