Balthazar is very quiet, passing from pen to pen, now trailing behind the others, now far ahead of them. He pets all the dogs he can reach, even the ones that are speckled purple or pink and clearly of Nexus stock, smiling but saying nothing.
At length, though, he stops to look at a dog dozing on a pile of blankets in one corner of its pen. It's long-haired, white and golden brown, and in his mind, about the right size. He leans on the bars and studies it, and its eyes open, as if it senses his gaze. The furry head goes up, and it gives a big yawn.
Balthazar whistles softly and holds out a hand. "Shy?"
A moment later it becomes clearer why this one isn't hopping around. It takes it a moment to get up, because it's missing its left front leg. Once on its three feet, however, it trots up eagerly and begins slobbering on him.
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Date: 2012-02-16 03:12 am (UTC)At length, though, he stops to look at a dog dozing on a pile of blankets in one corner of its pen. It's long-haired, white and golden brown, and in his mind, about the right size. He leans on the bars and studies it, and its eyes open, as if it senses his gaze. The furry head goes up, and it gives a big yawn.
Balthazar whistles softly and holds out a hand. "Shy?"
A moment later it becomes clearer why this one isn't hopping around. It takes it a moment to get up, because it's missing its left front leg. Once on its three feet, however, it trots up eagerly and begins slobbering on him.