"Just a minute." She spoke in a muffled voice as she heard the bell to the door ring, but she was currently trying to clean up the mess in the parrot's cage that was behind the counter. Silly bird had decided that the seed's belonged everywhere and the water was better suited in the bottom of the cage.
Wiping her hands on her jeans, which just left some of the hollow shells from the seeds to stick to the fabric from having been in the water, she rolled her eyes. "I am not a kid." She voiced as she turned, about to probably upset some random customer with her tiny (?) attitude. But then she saw who it was, even though honestly she couldn't remember his name. Having had a drunk night awhile ago. But hey, at least she remembered the face!
"We always have puppies here." She grinned and walked around the counter. "Though, most of them are of the small variety. There is a couple labs though."
"Labs. They're the ones that like to play in the water, right?" Steven momentarily amused himself with the image of throwing tennis balls into the swimming pool for the dog. It wasn't like you had to teach a dog how to swim, right?
"I was kind of hoping for one of those -- what do you call them? Beethoven?" It was Saint Something, wasn't it? "The bigger and slobberier..." Even sober -- well, sober for Steven -- he stumbled over the word. "...The better." Because there was just something awesome about a big, slobbery dog. Plus, if he remembered his Saturday morning cartoons correctly, those were the dogs that carried booze in little barrells on their necks...and how great would that be?
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Wiping her hands on her jeans, which just left some of the hollow shells from the seeds to stick to the fabric from having been in the water, she rolled her eyes. "I am not a kid." She voiced as she turned, about to probably upset some random customer with her tiny (?) attitude. But then she saw who it was, even though honestly she couldn't remember his name. Having had a drunk night awhile ago. But hey, at least she remembered the face!
"We always have puppies here." She grinned and walked around the counter. "Though, most of them are of the small variety. There is a couple labs though."
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"I was kind of hoping for one of those -- what do you call them? Beethoven?" It was Saint Something, wasn't it? "The bigger and slobberier..." Even sober -- well, sober for Steven -- he stumbled over the word. "...The better." Because there was just something awesome about a big, slobbery dog. Plus, if he remembered his Saturday morning cartoons correctly, those were the dogs that carried booze in little barrells on their necks...and how great would that be?
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