Brooke was cold, but she supposed she could spare a few minutes for this dog. Perhaps he or she had run away from their owner, and they were out looking at this very moment. She didn't think he or she was cold (or at least not as cold as she was) because he or she seemed to have a decent coat. Brooke reached out to the dog and gently petted it. She managed a full blown smile after a few moments and just dropped her bag to scratch behind his ears with both hands. "You're so sweet. You must belong to someone. Let's see. Are you a boy or a girl?"