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Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

Zack had brought his dog, Girl, in to the shelter today. Which was probably fortunate, because today there were a bunch of new puppies in, all floppy and tripping over themselves, and in need of some direction. And Girl was nothing if not a helpful dog, so she was stepping in and kind of herding them around the lobby, showing them the ropes around here. She had been in the shop for a while before Ino had taken her home, after all. She knew what was up.

Zack decided early on not to interfere. It was kind of soothing watching Girl round up the pups, and always entertaining to see their little tails going behind them as they did their best to keep up.

He had the best job.

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There had been an idea at the back of Rosa's brain for the past week or so, especially after that stupid dog and the ducks at the park. She had put it off because she had hoped she'd be off this weird stupid island by now, but it was pretty clear to her that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. So she had to fix a few things. First was the fact that this place was too quiet, too isolated. It wasn't loneliness; she did fine by herself. Better, in fact, than with other people, by a long shot.

But it was just so freaking quiet. She was used to the noise of the city, the cars, the sirens, the shouts and the occasional gunshot. Here, all she got was the now seemingly ceaseless chittering of squirrels.

So she came here, to the animal shelter, and looked around for someone in charge. But she guessed the guy with the hair was the closest she'll get.

"Hey," she said. "I need a dog."

"Well, you did come to the right place for one of those," Zack replied, smiling at her as Girl herded the puppies back across the room. "Were you looking for a big breed or a little one? And a puppy or an adult? We have, uh, plenty to choose from."

For a shelter that seemed to get plenty of animals in, they didn't seem to get many people in looking for animals.

"That one," said Rosa, before Zack had even finished the word choose. She quirked her chin toward a small, pale golden retriever pup that looked suspiciously like her last dog.

And then hitched her thumb, realizing that a chin in the general direction of a multitude of puppies wasn't likely very helpful.

The dog in question wagged its tail. Rosa might have actually even smirked a little, but you'd have to be really sharp to have caught it.

"Oh, uh," Zack blinked over at the dog. He wasn't usually used to customers being so decisive, but he kind of appreciated it. He walked over and crouched down near the pupy in question. "Are you going to need supplies, too? We have puppy starter kits, on a discount if you're getting a new dog."

"Puppy starter kit?" Rosa asked, sounding like it was the lamest idea she'd ever heard of, but, really, she would have had a much easier time with the first Arlo if she'd had something like that. And, to be fair, she had never intended to actually keep the first Arlo.

"What's it come with?"

Zack had gone over this spiel a few times already, at least. It helped that he'd brought one home himself when he'd realized that Ino had taken home Girl.

"Food and water dishes, your first bag of puppy chow, poop bags, a bag of treats, a leash, a collar, a brush, a chew toy, nail clippers, and dog shampoo," he rattled off. "The basics for puppy maintenance, mostly. At least enough to get you going."

Rosa considered it, going over the list in her head as if trying to find some big glaring flaw in the whole program, but it checked out pretty well.

"Okay, sure," she said, "I'll take one."

She looked at the puppy; the puppy looked back at her and she lifted her chin. The puppy yawned as if bored and settled down with his chin on his paws, his gaze turning doleful.

She sucked in a hesitatant breath before she added, "You got any of those dog beds, too? You know, those big fluffy ones that you get for the dog so it doesn't sleep on your bed, but it sleeps on your bed anyway?"

"We do have those," Zack agreed. "My dog's favorite is," he made his way across the room, and Girl trotted along behind him, "this one here."

It was big and fluffy, but otherwise pretty basic. All of the real attention had been put into getting the proper bed-to-fluff ratio down pat for proper puppy comfort. Girl even let her tail wag behind her in approval as Zack pulled it off the shelf.

"But you can feel free to poke through the other ones, if you like."

Rosa considered the other dog's seeming opinion, then glanced over toward her soon-to-be dog for its opinion...but it seemed far more interested in biting away an itch on its paw.

She liked that.

"Yeah, throw that in, too," she said. "And maybe some of those rawhide chews. My old dog used to love those."

"Can do," Zack replied, firing off a little salute as he made his way over to get the chews en route to the counter. "Was that everything? We can pull out his paperwork, get that all signed up, and have you and your new friend on your way in just a few minutes."

Considering the population of the island, Zack figured he'd keep the paperwork to something of a minimum. It wasn't like he couldn't hunt down each and every person who ever took an animal home if the squirrels reported something on the radio that suggested that those animals weren't being taken care of.

And when he hunted down people, it was with a really, really big sword.

A really, really big sword that Rosa would find absolutely ridiculous, and then wonder where she could get one for herself.

"That quick, huh?" She was a little surprised, but she supposed it was a small island, how hard was it to check all that crap anyway? And she'd probably met half as many dogs here as she had people here, so she was maybe surprised they weren't just handing them out as welcoming gifts. "And, yeah, I think that's it. I'm sure I can swing back around if there's anything I forgot."

Not like she had much else to do. She started for the counter, too, titling her head at her soon-to-be dog, making a little kissing sound as she patted her thigh to beckon the dog over to her. The pup just looked up with those eyes and tilted her head quizzically. So Rosa pulled her coup de grace by sliding the little piece of beef jerky she had hidden up her sleeve just enough for those big stupid loveable eyes to see it.

And that got the puppy's attention, standing up at full attention with a wagging tail. Rosa let her smirk surface this time as she slid the beef jerky back. She knew it was there, and the dog knew it was there, and they both understood that if the dog came with her, the jerky would transfer from Rosa's sleeve to the puppy's mouth. The first unspoken agreement out what she assumed would be many.

"That quick," Zack agreed. "The squirrels are pretty good about paying attention to what happens to the animals we adopt out."

That wasn't a threat. It was just sort of a cheerful acknowledgment of the fact that radio was very invasive.

"So we don't worry too much." He smiled toward the puppy. "You seem to have a way with dogs, huh?"

Or some beef jerky up her sleeve. One of those.

It was definitely beef jerky.

And Rosa might have revealed the trick to her sudden charisma if he hadn't gone and brought up squirrels.

"Ugh, those gossipy little drama queens are your source for animal abuse?"

No. She was not a fan.

"Nah," Zack replied, "they don't report to me personally or anything. But I do listen to radio."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I won't bribe Leroy into following you home or anything. That would be weird. And kind of gross."

And Leroy would probably do it anyway. So.

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