Don't scream was a weird way to be greeted, and not at all what Pam was expecting. Nor was she expecting it to be followed by I need your expertise, but before she could ask what this was about, there was a dog. There was a dog! Pam opened her mouth like she might scream, but luckily no sound came out. She clapped her hands over her mouth anyway, just in case a squeal was still going to squeak out of her. She bounced a few times on her toes before she clamped a hand on Cecilia's arm, just for a moment, long enough for her to squeak "You have a dog!" before fanning her hands at her own face to keep from crying happily.
"Oh my gosh, is it part Golden Retriever? Because it totally has Golden Retriever hair, kind of. My mom bred those for my entire life, and oh my gosh, I'm just so excited!" she said, barely pausing to breathe as she spoke. Her hands still hovered around her own face, either still flapping or pressed against her cheeks. "He's beautiful! I mean, is it a he? What's his name? Did you name him? Oh my god, is this your dog? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my-- Oh! Sorry. You want me to check him out, don't you? Yeesh, you get pulled away from work for a few weeks you almost forgot you actually have a purpose, am I right?"
Finally, she walked into the bedroom, her eyes glued on Neptune. "Hi pretty puppy" she cooed.