They came into a room with the walls lined with cages. They passed beagles and chihuahua and one very talkative dachshund. “Anything in particular?”
"I know the full name. Normal people tend to refer to them simply as Shibu because it's shorter than Shiba Inu. Most people with common sense would know that, yeah?"
The woman rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but this is an official document,” she said. “Besides, we don’t have any Shiba Inu’s in here.” There was a large clatter in the farthest cage.
Callie knelt down near the cage, her voice gentle. "Hey, Mars," she said softly, before turning sharply to the woman. "Why not?"
The dog bared his teeth before snapping at Callie. "That's why," the woman said dully. "He's practically feral. He's next on the list, anyway."
She pursed her lips, her hands on her hips. "We have other dogs. This one has been returned too many times."
"Come on, lady," the woman said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "This dog's been a huge pain in my ass since we met. He's almost in the chamber. We have some lovely golden retrievers if you'd want to look at them."
