Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Zack was dealing with the weird body-shift over weekend in his usual way: Pretend nothing had happened, everything was fine come hell or high water, and grin until people thought he was a maniac.
Only now he had another weapon in his arsenal.
Puppies.
So he'd taken a few puppy playpens out and fastened them together, and had monopolized a good chunk of the space directly outside the front of the store. Then, one by one, he'd relocated about a dozen puppies of every shape and size to the little outdoor enclosure, and had set up a sign.
Welcome to Furnado!
In Need of Some Puppy Therapy?
Feel Free to Stop By And Enjoy the Petting Zoo!
Okay, so it wasn't really a zoo. But he suspected anybody who needed puppy therapy would be happy to overlook that. After all... puppies!
[OOC: Open for all your puppy therapy needs! Or your pet supply needs. Or kittens, if you're a cat person. We don't judge.]
Only now he had another weapon in his arsenal.
Puppies.
So he'd taken a few puppy playpens out and fastened them together, and had monopolized a good chunk of the space directly outside the front of the store. Then, one by one, he'd relocated about a dozen puppies of every shape and size to the little outdoor enclosure, and had set up a sign.
Welcome to Furnado!
In Need of Some Puppy Therapy?
Feel Free to Stop By And Enjoy the Petting Zoo!
Okay, so it wasn't really a zoo. But he suspected anybody who needed puppy therapy would be happy to overlook that. After all... puppies!
[OOC: Open for all your puppy therapy needs! Or your pet supply needs. Or kittens, if you're a cat person. We don't judge.]