Greta snorts out a laugh at that mental image, which is hilarious, though it also makes perfect sense. The thought of buying a toy for a dog would've been anathema to anyone back at the Village. A stick would be just as amusing, and you can pick those up off the ground for free.
It's different here, of course. She'd been floored when she first stepped into the pet aisle of one of Darrow's shops, and been confronted with a slew of stuffed animals indistinguishable from the ones they offer for children. It probably wouldn't take more than ten minutes for a motivated dog to completely destroy such a thing, scattering stuffing and whatnot everywhere. Ridiculous.
And speaking of: Sadie returns with the ball, this time letting Greta get her hand on it before planting her paws and leaning back, trying to instigate a tug-of-war. She doesn't pull too hard, though, and her tail continues its steady, jocular wave.
"I think you may be right," Greta says as she slowly waggles the ball back and forth, Sadie still holding on. She's done more smiling and laughing since she got here than she has in weeks, and she knows it's not a coincidence. The more time she spends with Sadie, the more she loves the idea of bringing her home -- and not just because she'd be a convenient, perennial distraction, but because she's too sweet to just be left here. Greta nods to herself, then lets go of the ball and gets to her feet. Undeterred, Sadie thrusts the ball back into her hand, and Greta gives it another gentle toss before heading over to where Elise is refilling a water bowl.
"I think I'd like to take Sadie home," Greta says, the dog in question catching up to them and dropping the ball to investigate the fresh water.
Elise grins. "She's a good choice. There's an application inside that you can fill out, and we can get the ball rolling. Do you have any other pets, or family members? We do like to recommend a meeting with them before you bring her home, just to make sure she's a good fit with everyone. I mean, we wouldn't ask you to bring your cat all the way out here, but we could cat test her for you."
"Oh," Greta says, a little surprised by the thoroughness of it all. "Er, no, no cats or anything." There's an implicit 'but' there, though, and she gazes off into the middle distance for a few moments. Sadie seems even-tempered, and Marvin and Jordan both got along well with Cu. She wouldn't anticipate any problems, if she brought Sadie along on some outing with Sam and Jordan. But she'd hate to be blindsided by one. "I think... could I just make a call?" she asks, a bit sheepishly. "I don't--I live by myself, but I have some friends that I spend a good deal of time with, and they've got a dog. I'm almost certain they'd get on just fine, but..."
Elise is already flapping her hand in understanding. "Not a problem. It's always better to figure these things out before you bring a dog home, and we do meet and greets all the time. Sadie gets along fine with the other dogs here, but better safe than sorry."
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It's different here, of course. She'd been floored when she first stepped into the pet aisle of one of Darrow's shops, and been confronted with a slew of stuffed animals indistinguishable from the ones they offer for children. It probably wouldn't take more than ten minutes for a motivated dog to completely destroy such a thing, scattering stuffing and whatnot everywhere. Ridiculous.
And speaking of: Sadie returns with the ball, this time letting Greta get her hand on it before planting her paws and leaning back, trying to instigate a tug-of-war. She doesn't pull too hard, though, and her tail continues its steady, jocular wave.
"I think you may be right," Greta says as she slowly waggles the ball back and forth, Sadie still holding on. She's done more smiling and laughing since she got here than she has in weeks, and she knows it's not a coincidence. The more time she spends with Sadie, the more she loves the idea of bringing her home -- and not just because she'd be a convenient, perennial distraction, but because she's too sweet to just be left here. Greta nods to herself, then lets go of the ball and gets to her feet. Undeterred, Sadie thrusts the ball back into her hand, and Greta gives it another gentle toss before heading over to where Elise is refilling a water bowl.
"I think I'd like to take Sadie home," Greta says, the dog in question catching up to them and dropping the ball to investigate the fresh water.
Elise grins. "She's a good choice. There's an application inside that you can fill out, and we can get the ball rolling. Do you have any other pets, or family members? We do like to recommend a meeting with them before you bring her home, just to make sure she's a good fit with everyone. I mean, we wouldn't ask you to bring your cat all the way out here, but we could cat test her for you."
"Oh," Greta says, a little surprised by the thoroughness of it all. "Er, no, no cats or anything." There's an implicit 'but' there, though, and she gazes off into the middle distance for a few moments. Sadie seems even-tempered, and Marvin and Jordan both got along well with Cu. She wouldn't anticipate any problems, if she brought Sadie along on some outing with Sam and Jordan. But she'd hate to be blindsided by one. "I think... could I just make a call?" she asks, a bit sheepishly. "I don't--I live by myself, but I have some friends that I spend a good deal of time with, and they've got a dog. I'm almost certain they'd get on just fine, but..."
Elise is already flapping her hand in understanding. "Not a problem. It's always better to figure these things out before you bring a dog home, and we do meet and greets all the time. Sadie gets along fine with the other dogs here, but better safe than sorry."