Cecilia did as Pam requested, though she left some space between them for her own comfort. Neptune was happy enough to wander over then, and he sniffed curiously at Pam's hands, tail wagging tentatively.
"He's about three, give or take. Maybe closer to four. The vet didn't think he was quite a year old yet when I got him from the shelter. He's a rescue dog, and the shelter said his first owner had been abusive." It was a very good thing Cecilia didn't know much about the first owner, because the temptation to hunt them down would have been unbearably strong. "I kind of just round up and celebrate the day I got him as his birthday."