Adopt this fence

Oh, and there's a dog in there, too. Her name is Fiffer. Pronounced like Pfieffer.
I don't know where Gina and Amanda are, but they've been gone the last two weeks, so I still don't know anyone, I'm still filling water bowls, still unable to answer questions about puppies in the back because there's no info on the kennels, and now the few (4!) pictures they have up on their website include three dogs that have already been adopted, which is lucky since they're all from this sad perspective from the people side of the kennel. Lugnuts.
Storm was being adopted as I walked in. The Rotty's doing better, gaining strength, less gastrointestinally affected, still loves a twelve-minute pet-down. Walked a beautiful collie named Laura and a duffel bag of a malamute named Asia. Sheba was a little stand-offish, and seemed to have rolled in mud. Or at least I hope it was mud.
Before I left, I went back to Room B to hear the Cat Chorus of Hollywood Squares, as I scritched up, left, right, and down in the stacks of cat kennels. One was actually named "Mo Beautiful." Mo Matted, mo like.