![]() He couldn't find anyone else suitable to take him, so I volunteered. "My friend found him and couldn't keep him in the barracks with him. "I'm not sure." She smiled, again feeling foolish. "You couldn't keep him here fully grown." "What were you planning to do when he grew up?" Tom asked. As you can see, there's not all that much space." She said. But not many people in the building have pets. I didn't know these apartment allowed dogs." "I've got to say, I was a little surprised when you gave me the address. 22,000 cenz isn't much for puppy with all the medical stuff taken care of." He said, sounding a little cynical. "Well, there had to be something at that price. That's where the trouble has been actually." Hawkeye froze before her gaze fell to the floor. Speaking of which, is he toilet trained?" "Would you look at that." Tom said, scratching his chin again. The little puppy looked a bit off balance, just standing on his back paws for a moment. Hayate put his front paws in the air, mimicking Tom. I just want the full disclaimer before I take him off your hands." Tom put his palms up, showing he meant no harm. I take good care of him." She replied, sounding quite defensive. "Got him wormed too? Treated for ticks and fleas? Tell ya, those can be the worst." He continued his line of questioning. There wasn't a doubt in the dog's mind that he trust First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. It had been hard to get him back into his pet carrier after that, and generally became less trusting and more apprehensive for a day or two. Hayate had been quite shy around the vet, and a bit scared by his vaccinations. All up to date." Riza answered, feeling a lump in her throat remembering. "Vet, huh? So does that mean he's had all of his shots?" He asked, his interest levels increasing. Maybe a little younger." Riza explained, looking down guiltily at the dog that looked so happy to see her. "He's not very old at all, is he? A couple of months I'd say." He said, stooping down to look at the little puppy and then scratching his chin stubble. It had no idea why this visitor was here. He lit up when Riza came back into the room, eyes happy, tail wagging. She led him into the kitchen where the Shiba Inu puppy was sitting on the floor. She still wasn't happy, but did feel quite foolish, which had a habit of raising a smirk all on its own with her. "I can't just take a dog without knowing what I'm getting myself into." "Well of course I need to meet him." He laughed. At least 6'2 and quite stocky, with light brown- hair that was both going grey and greatly thinning on top. You're selling the dog, right?" He asked. She tried to smile, but what she was doing wasn't making her at all happy.
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