Zack gasped when he came in for his shift today. He'd heard about the newborn puppies over the radio last week, but between realizing Rufus was on the island and, of all things, dogsitting for him, hadn't been able to make it in to see them for himself until this morning. They were so... so small! And wiggly! Their eyes were still closed and they couldn't stand on their own two feet yet, and he basically wanted to snuggle each and every one of them.

He resisted, leaving them with their mother so as to not stress any of them out, and went to get one of the older puppies to keep company with for the day. There was a ridiculous mutt with one floppy ear who loved wrestling the rope toy, and Zack was quite happy to alternate between playing with her and doing assorted duties around the store while she napped and ate.

[OOC: Open!]