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"I think I saw a sign inside about volunteering." She raises her eyebrows. "Maybe you should look into it." It would take more than just the employees who work here to get all the dogs properly walked once a day, after all. Greta assumes they'd want that sort of thing, anyway. The yards are nice, but the dogs would learn every inch of them before too long.

The way Sadie's ears prick up when Demelza picks up the ball is adorable, and her eyes track it closely as Greta takes it. "I think someone wants the ball," Greta says, waving it enticingly for a moment before tossing it across the grass. Sadie takes off after it, and there's something intrinsically hilarious about the sight of her at a run. It's down to her fur, Greta thinks; the way it's trimmed on her legs makes them look almost unreal, as if she was drawn by someone who wasn't entirely sure what a dog was supposed to look like. It's enough to start her chuckling under her breath, and though she feels a little guilty for that, it also seems like a mark in the dog's favor. She can't ask for more than a dog that amuses her simply by existing. Goodness knows she could definitely use the amusement.

Sadie prances back over with the ball in her mouth, thrusting it toward Greta, and then jerking her head aside the moment she reaches for it. "Oh, come on," Greta scolds playfully, making another grab at it, which the dog tidily avoids. It isn't until Greta drops her hand with an overwrought sigh of frustration that Sadie moves in to drop the ball in her lap. She then takes an expectant step backwards, tail wagging.

"Does Garrick give you this much nonsense?" Greta asks, arching an eyebrow at Demelza before hucking the ball a bit farther.