"I do, he's a pug. He's only six months old." LJ didn't want to think about the fact that Tank had probably taken a shit in one of his shoes or something as punishment for being left behind when he took the other two out, but he couldn't be trusted to behave himself just yet, he was far too strong willed and didn't like to come back when called if he was off the leash. "Not well behaved enough yet to be given the same free reign as these two."
He shook his head when Christiano asked if he minded throwing the ball and waved a hand as if to indicate go ahead. As Clyde shot off again in pursuit of the ball, Bonnie trotted over and dropped her ball at his feet, nudging his chin with her muzzle, licking under his chin and pawing at his chest for attention until he lifted his hands to scratch behind her ears and generally give her fussing. He chuckled and pushed her face away from his and she flopped over his legs, tail wagging as she looked at Christiano with big blue eyes looking for attention from him too.
"Yeah, they're all from the shelter where I work," he confessed almost a little bashfully because yeah, that was probably weird. "Clyde was almost a year when I got him, Bonnie needed hand rearing so she's been mine since the day she was born." She yawned in response to his referencing her and huffed impatiently at the two men for attention.
He rubbed the back of his neck and watched as Clyde came bounding back to drop the ball at Christano's feet again, bouncing impatiently. He, apparently, had no time for fussing.
"I work there as often as I can around doing my other stuff," he shared. "Seattle Humane. Don't get to spend as much time there as I'd like, but in a way I guess it's a good thing since I'd try and adopt the whole lot."