he who hesitates is toast

"A month?" She comes back to visit the gray dog, who wiggles in delight and reaches his head up, trying to lick at her face as she kneels down to pet him. "You don't look so scary to me."

The pitbull's short fur is silky under her fingers, and she laughs as she tries to fend off his advances while the volunteer goes to retrieve the lab. "Maybe you should set up a kissing booth for him. That ought to get some applications in."