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I cross over the Brooklyn Bridge and head in the direction of Grady’s Animal Shelter. When we park, Savannah lifts her brows at me.
“An animal shelter? Is this your community service work?”
Ouch.
“No, but I do work here sometimes. And tonight you’re going to help.” I grab her hand after removing our helmets.
She shakes her long curls out and it’s like something out of a movie.
I clear my throat, mesmerized by her pure beauty.
“What exactly are we going to be doing?” she asks with a worried expression.
I wrap my fingers tighter around her precious hand. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
Turning the lock, I lead her through a set of double doors. The smell hits us both, and she scrunches her cute button nose.
“Oh God, that smell is fun,” she says, laughing.
“You get used to it.” I lead her down a long hallway, white and boring and through a set of double doors at the end.
Dogs barking rings around the poorly acoustic room. She smiles as she heads over to a cage of a small puppy.
“Baxter. He’s a rescue that was brought in last week.” I move closer to the Maltese as she reaches her finger into the cage so he can lick at her finger.
“Aww. He loves me, look,” she says over her shoulder as the puppy tries to get her attention.
He jumps and barks, wanting to be held.
“Want to hold him?”
“Are you serious?”
“Of course,” I walk away to get the key for the cages, “he won’t be happy until you hold him.”
She smiles wide, returning her attention back to Baxter and talks baby talk to him. Or I should say puppy talk.
He is kind of cute.
I retrieve the keys, unlocking the gate and I lift the white furball, handing him off to Savannah.
It’s instant love. She hugs and kisses him like he’s the best thing she’s ever seen. He licks her chin, loving the attention. Attention dog hog.
I’m not jealous, maybe a little. And I laugh when he wiggles out of her arms and she lets him down to play.
“I love him.” She smiles as she brings Baxter to where I stand with my arms crossed over my chest.
I raise a brow. “Is that so? I’ve been replaced by a snowball?”
She holds the dog up, whispering in his ear, “He didn’t mean that. He’s not as bad as he seems.”
I move closer. “You sure about that?”
She stares deeply into my eyes. “Very.”
My eyes dart off in the direction of the other cages. “I brought you here thinking we could meet all the dogs. You’ve met Baxter, care to meet a few others?”
“Can I bring him along?” She holds Baxter up and snuggles him.
