Bucky grinned at Steve then continued down the row. He paused at one cage, a bit stunned. The dog inside was obviously still a puppy, but it was already massive, with paws of a size close to Bucky's own hand.
It was laying in the back of its cage, painting heavily. The shelter was hot and its thick, long black coat probably wasn't helping matters.
The puppy got up with a hopeful whine when Bucky approached, walking to the front of the cage and sniffing Bucky's hand hopefully.
"Oh my god, Steve, look." He wasn't surprised to see "mastiff" on the sign. "Mom would kill me."
The puppy, according to her sign, was only 12 weeks old, a surrender.
Bucky reached between the bars and started to scratch her behind the ears. He was already in love.
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Date: 2014-06-11 09:18 pm (UTC)It was laying in the back of its cage, painting heavily. The shelter was hot and its thick, long black coat probably wasn't helping matters.
The puppy got up with a hopeful whine when Bucky approached, walking to the front of the cage and sniffing Bucky's hand hopefully.
"Oh my god, Steve, look." He wasn't surprised to see "mastiff" on the sign. "Mom would kill me."
The puppy, according to her sign, was only 12 weeks old, a surrender.
Bucky reached between the bars and started to scratch her behind the ears. He was already in love.