Part 2.
Saturday. 8:00 a.m. Vincent restlessly looked through the window of the main entrance for anyone to walk by and open up. About a minute in, the receptionist strolled up to the door and welcomed Vincent and Kate in, although it felt much longer to him.
The two were handed a clipboard with some forms to fill out. Typical paperwork. It was not much, but Vincent gave up on it after just writing their names. The rest was placed upon Kate's lap. She expected this, but let out a bothered sigh nonetheless, which went unnoticed by Vincent. His attention wandered off into the endless possible adventures that he and his bitch could have. One of the daydreamed adventures compelled him to realize how under-prepared he was.
So, his attention pivoted and his eyes darted around the sterile lobby to take in any potentially helpful information. There was a brochure rack in the far corner, but just as he was about to get up to make his way over, a young lady came by to bring them to where the bitches were kept. That lit up his face. Vincent immediately shifted and focused on the staff person's introduction, which consisted of shelter rules, what to expect when adopting, and the return policy. Most of the words went to waste, however. As they made their way towards the kennels, Kate was still finishing up the forms, while Vincent's attention bounced around the hallway.
Then, they arrived. There were so many rolls. Each with individually-caged bitches. The place was concrete and metal. Slightly damp. The only comforts were the little beds and blankets on the ground. Despite the crude surroundings, Vincent felt like a child in a toy store. He wanted to bring one home and give it a warm and happy place to be, and save it from this dread. So, just as a child might in a toy store, Vincent made his way through each and every aisle to find a bitch he could call his own.
There were many contenders.
Debbie. A young Korean bitch. Only 19 years old. Tiny little thing. Extra small. Very short and skinny, but had a huge infectious smile that could brighten up any room. And her big sparkling eyes were gems to cherish. Despite that, Debbie was surrendered to the shelter because the family that previously had her didn't want to deal with her anymore, citing that the miniscule bitch was practically bipolar. They claimed that she would be the sweetest thing in the world in one moment, but would turn into a snappy little demon in the next. The staff member all but confirm this. However, a note on Debbie's chart indicated that she responded well to a strong leader and had an extraordinary warm and tight pussy. This bitch would likely be a lot of work, but the payoff should be very well worth the time and effort.
Ella. A 27-year old Chinese bitch. This adorable thing was not quite as little as Debbie but certainly in the petite category, as well. Certainly had some curves in the right places and a complete sweetheart. She had a bubbly smile the moment Vincent appeared. Her face brushed up against the cage to allow him to pet her. Soft skin and silky hair. He pictured cozy days indoors with this cutie. The pattering of raindrops and aroma of fresh coffee would pair perfectly with the touch and comfort of Ella. It felt like a connection was already forming. That relaxing thought unfortunately was disrupted by a grim piece of information on her chart: Ella had cancer. Although there was options for treatment, adoption of this darling also meant taking on heartbreak and cost. It was tough walking away from Ella, but he eventually did.
Rei. An older Japanese one. 35 years old. Usually, bitches over 30 that were previously owned require little to no training. The owners that surrendered them most likely at least house-trained them. The opposite was typically true for older bitches that were never with an owner. Teaching old bitches took patience and discipline. Rei fell in the former category. Her previous owner surrendered her to the shelter just last week. There was no explanation as to why. It was a head scratcher for the staff. This bitch had luscious breasts and a plump bottom. Incredibly well-mannered. Rei sat obediently on her heels during Vincent's entire visit. Her chart even indicated that she was adept in sucking cock and taking it deep into her throat, and did so on command. Vincent had reservations though. The main one was that Rei might be too attached to the previous owner. He wanted to be number one in the heart of the bitch he adopted. To a lesser extent, Vincent preferred to bring home one that was younger and more playful. So, although Rei was great, she didn't quite match up to what he had dreamt up.
As fate would have it, Vincent came across 'the one' in the very last aisle.
Vicky. 18 years old. A dainty little Chinese bitch. Vincent was drawn to this one. Her big innocent eyes, small bunny-like nose, and lovely luscious lips. Her aura of purity and honesty. Her undying youthfulness. Even the way she cautiously approached Vincent was endearing. At 22, Vincent saw himself growing old with this bitch by his side. When he noticed the ragged bedding on the cold cement ground by her delicate almost-elfin feet, he felt a slosh of dismay hit him. Vincent knew right then and there that Vicky was the one. The name even felt right. 'Vicky' was not on any of the lists created in his mind over the past week, but that did not matter. 'Vicky' was perfect.
Soon after the decision was made, Vincent and Kate hurried through the adoption paperwork and loaded Vicky into the backseat. In the car and homebound, Vincent's excitement was overflowing and on full display. His head turned back constantly to check on Vicky, while his mouth went on and on about all the things that needed to happen once they reach home. Training needed to begin. The sleeping area needed to be set up. The food and water bowl needed filling.
On the other hand, Kate was rather neutral about this. The pet was for Vincent. She just hoped the bitch will be well-behaved and will not make any messes. Essentially every response Kate offered alluded to the ground rules they have agreed upon earlier in the week.