quicklog: pat and mary at the pound
[The decision to get a dog wasn't as random as it might have sounded on the forums. She had known plenty of park ranger leaders that had a German Shepard or something equally as tough and loyal to make being at the top less lonely. The fact of the matter was that since she called most of the shots at the park, she didn't have a lot of friends. It was supposed to be like that, rangers needed someone to complain about, but it didn't make having a lack of friends all that easy. Since she could count the amount of people she knew well enough to call friend on half of her hand, she definitely needed a dog.
Pat, someone she probably relied on a little too much, agreed to help find said dog and hopefully name the thing so Mary didn't have to. They also had other missions to go on, one involving a girl locked away in a tomb, but she wasn't sure when they'd be ready for that.
Mary stood in front of the pound in her big green ranger coat. Her hair was braided and wrapped up into a bun and she looked like she was trying to keep back any excitement about having a dog in the next 20 minutes.]