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Happiness is a Warm Puppy [Closed]
Mar. 15th, 2015 07:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wildmage_daineDaine's a little tired after the unexpected interruption of her sleep earlier that morning, but only a little. The prospect of rehoming a stray with Peeta had put a smile on her face as she'd fallen back to sleep, and it was still there when she woke. She'd gone about getting breakfast and heading out on her morning rounds with a spring in her step, half her focus on the strays she knows, and which one might do best with Peeta.
It's not an easy decision, if only because she can only pick one (at least for now), and that means not picking dozens. Granted, since her arrival in Manhattan, she's been doing her best for all the strays. Even the ones she hasn't found homes for have her, which means they're better fed and healthier than they would be otherwise. Still, it's hard to choose.
In the end, Daine singles out a younger dog - still a puppy, really - who hasn't been a stray for very long and is least comfortable with it. It feels vaguely unfair to the rest of the strays, but she hopes they'll understand and she knows they'll cope. (Part of what makes dealing with them so painful is how dratted accepting dogs can be.) She clips a leash on the gangly little dog, who hasn't yet grown into her paws or her ears, and heads for the Sheep Meadow, sending Peeta a text along the way. That's as good a place to meet as any, Daine figures.
Is he nice? the dog asks, gazing hopefully up at Daine. She isn't leash trained, far as Daine can tell, but she sticks close without being asked. Is he going to keep me?
He's very nice, Daine reassures her. And I hope so. He's excited to meet you. He'd been excited by the idea before, anyway, so it seems fair to say.
They beat Peeta to the Sheep Meadow, unsurprisingly, but it can't hurt to have some extra time for Daine to sit in the shade and burn off some of the young dog's energy by tossing twigs for her. She keeps half an eye out for Peeta as they play, and tries to answer the dog's numerous questions about Peeta without getting her hopes up too high. Truth be told, Daine's a little nervous that a puppy might be too much for Peeta to take on, this being his first dog and all, but she keeps a tight lid on it lest the dog pick up on it.
Peeta will probably love her, and everything will be fine.
It's not an easy decision, if only because she can only pick one (at least for now), and that means not picking dozens. Granted, since her arrival in Manhattan, she's been doing her best for all the strays. Even the ones she hasn't found homes for have her, which means they're better fed and healthier than they would be otherwise. Still, it's hard to choose.
In the end, Daine singles out a younger dog - still a puppy, really - who hasn't been a stray for very long and is least comfortable with it. It feels vaguely unfair to the rest of the strays, but she hopes they'll understand and she knows they'll cope. (Part of what makes dealing with them so painful is how dratted accepting dogs can be.) She clips a leash on the gangly little dog, who hasn't yet grown into her paws or her ears, and heads for the Sheep Meadow, sending Peeta a text along the way. That's as good a place to meet as any, Daine figures.
Is he nice? the dog asks, gazing hopefully up at Daine. She isn't leash trained, far as Daine can tell, but she sticks close without being asked. Is he going to keep me?
He's very nice, Daine reassures her. And I hope so. He's excited to meet you. He'd been excited by the idea before, anyway, so it seems fair to say.
They beat Peeta to the Sheep Meadow, unsurprisingly, but it can't hurt to have some extra time for Daine to sit in the shade and burn off some of the young dog's energy by tossing twigs for her. She keeps half an eye out for Peeta as they play, and tries to answer the dog's numerous questions about Peeta without getting her hopes up too high. Truth be told, Daine's a little nervous that a puppy might be too much for Peeta to take on, this being his first dog and all, but she keeps a tight lid on it lest the dog pick up on it.
Peeta will probably love her, and everything will be fine.
