For most of the day, Eli had been at the shelter he volunteered at. He hadn’t had to work that day so, of course, he’d gone into the shelter to help out with the dogs for a while. With one settled in his lap in one of the fenced in areas, the tattooed male had gotten situated in the grass, occasionally throwing a toy for some of the others in the yard while he petted the one in his lap. When he heard a car pull into the lot just off from the yard Eli stood up slowly, scooping up the dog he’d had in his lap and holding it to his chest now. “Hey!” He called out. “Is there anything I can help you with?”