"I think that one likes you," Balthazar has noticed Jelani's new friend, and leans over to get a better look. "Still young..."

The tripod-dog he's been studying barks in protest when he looks away, and he returns to it quickly. "Sorry! I didn't realize you had decided already."

He squeezes an arm through the bars and scratches behind the animal's ears. "But do you handle stairs okay?" His voice is soft and warm. "I have a few at my place."

The dog licks his sleeve, then rears up on his back legs and paws briefly at the bars with his one good forepaw.