He still has some growing left to do, actually. He's a little on the young side.

[which (probably) explains the raw amounts of untainted energy being displayed here. Jonathan strides right up to the cage and leans in to plant a kiss on the dog's head between the bars without hesitation, laughing as it tries desperately to return the favor.]

It wouldn't be fair of me to take him home. I'm living with other people in a house that isn't technically my own. Besides, someone else might want to take him home.

[as if there wasn't literally everything working against this dog finding a forever home somewhere. love really is blind.]