Sadie drops the ball and looks at them quizzically, as if she can't understand why they're leaving so quickly, and it's enough to make Greta want to just pick her up (despite her size) and carry her along. She lingers long enough to bury her fingers in the soft fur on either side of Sadie's neck and murmur, "We won't be long."
As they follow Elise back inside, Greta ventures a quick, sidelong glance at Demelza. She can just about feel her friend's curiosity radiating off of her, like heat, and she knows it won't be long before she starts asking pointed questions. Which shouldn't be a problem, really, except something about Demelza's expression has her cheeks already prickling in preemptive embarrassment. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything.
Well, it's too late to take it back. Nor should she, not when Marvin's peace of mind and Jordan's safety are at stake. Arguably, at least; the odds of Sadie being trouble seem vanishingly small. But there's no accounting for the quirks of another dog or a toddler, even ones she knows fairly well. Better to be safe than sorry.
"Just sit tight for a sec while I grab an application for you," Elise says with a reassuring smile, before slipping behind the desk to rifle through a cubby -- a task made a bit trickier by the affections of the dog on the chair, which rises to its feet, tail wagging, and keeps trying to thrust its head beneath her arm. But she emerged triumphant a moment later, passing the paper and a pen across the counter. "Just give us a holler when this is done, and you can call your friend whenever you like. If they can't make it today, we do have a 24-hour hold period, too, so no one else adopts her out from under you."
"Thank you," Greta says, looking down at the form, though she's mostly bracing herself for a good-natured interrogation.
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As they follow Elise back inside, Greta ventures a quick, sidelong glance at Demelza. She can just about feel her friend's curiosity radiating off of her, like heat, and she knows it won't be long before she starts asking pointed questions. Which shouldn't be a problem, really, except something about Demelza's expression has her cheeks already prickling in preemptive embarrassment. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything.
Well, it's too late to take it back. Nor should she, not when Marvin's peace of mind and Jordan's safety are at stake. Arguably, at least; the odds of Sadie being trouble seem vanishingly small. But there's no accounting for the quirks of another dog or a toddler, even ones she knows fairly well. Better to be safe than sorry.
"Just sit tight for a sec while I grab an application for you," Elise says with a reassuring smile, before slipping behind the desk to rifle through a cubby -- a task made a bit trickier by the affections of the dog on the chair, which rises to its feet, tail wagging, and keeps trying to thrust its head beneath her arm. But she emerged triumphant a moment later, passing the paper and a pen across the counter. "Just give us a holler when this is done, and you can call your friend whenever you like. If they can't make it today, we do have a 24-hour hold period, too, so no one else adopts her out from under you."
"Thank you," Greta says, looking down at the form, though she's mostly bracing herself for a good-natured interrogation.