12 Dog Days of Christmas Page #2

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been looking at you

since the minute

you walked in.

Can't you see it

in her eyes?

I think you might need Misty

as much as Misty needs you.

Mimsy.

Okay.

She is really cute.

(chuckles)

And calm.

(sighs)

You're right.

I'll take r.

I assure you-- this will be

the greatest Christmas present

you have ever

given yourself.

(Hillary)

Okay, right this way, ma'am,

so we can get

your paperwork started.

I think we made

a sale, "Cryan".

(scoffs)

Hey, Jack, you want a ride?

So I assume

you know what I wanted

to talk to you about.

No, but I bet

you're gonna tell me.

You gotta start

getting along better

with your foster parents.

I got a report

that you've been

arguing with them.

Good riddance to them both.

This is your ninth

foster home, Jack.

We can't have you

getting kicked out now

when you're so close

to being out of the system.

Fine... I'll shut my mouth.

You gotta get it

together, son.

You'll be 18 soon

and out on your own.

The day can't come

soon enough.

Frankly, I'm not so sure

you're ready for it.

I'll be fine.

Well, I'd like to see you

prove that to me.

Better yet,

I'd like to see you

prove it to yourself.

You know, I've invested

a lot of time and energy

into you over the years, son,

And I don't want

to see it go to waste.

I can't believe you don't

already have a boyfriend.

I've had boyfriends.

Just don't have one

right now.

So... you looking?

Not really, I'm too busy

applying to colleges.

Not to mention

you're a bit young

for her, don't you think?

I think you could get

more work done

if you worried about

yourself more and me less.

I'm on break,

unlike you,

who would get more work done

if you actually did some work.

Enough, you two.

But she's right.

You've gotta get back

to work, okay?

We're running out of time

to get this place closed

for Christmas.

(dog whimpers)

You know, you're like

that girl they hook you up with.

Say she's got

an outstanding personality,

which really means...

outstandingly difficult

to look at.

No offense.

Most dogs are beautiful.

You, however, have

an outstanding personality.

Hm.

What's up with "Cryan"?

It's Mrs. Rose,

the owner of the shelter.

We just got horrible news.

What happened to her?

It's not her,

it's the shelter.

We just found out

we're not gonna be

opening again after

the holidays.

(laughs)

What are you talking about?

Exactly what

she just said.

The shelter's

closing permanently,

and there's nothing we can do

to stop it.

But what about

the dogs that haven't

been placed in homes yet?

They'll go

to the city shelter.

And those that have been here

for over six months

will likely be euthanized.

That's not right.

The whole thing's not right.

But Mrs. Rose,

who built the shelter,

can't afford

to keep it up anymore.

She was forced to sell.

Why doesn't

she take the dogs?

She loves these dogs,

but she can't really take 'em

'cause she's allergic.

Most dogs only last

a few weeks at the city shelter.

Then, they'll just kill 'em

after they arrive.

We don't do that here.

That's why I started working

here in the first place.

Just the thought of it,

I can't take it.

Here, they could

have stayed forever.

Over there, they say

they can't spend

public money

on lost causes.

How many lost causes

are there?

At last count, 11.

And most of them

have some major issues,

which is why they've been

here so long.

Wait, the dogs still here

are the ones

they're just gonna...

(Ryan)

Don't say it.

Well, how much time

do they have?

Just under two weeks.

Until Christmas Eve.

Won't exactly make

our Christmas all warm,

and fuzzy, and merry this year,

that's for sure.

Hey.

I'm sorry about the dogs.

Yeah, it's so terrible.

Poor Ryan.

We would take

some of the dogs

home with us if we could,

but we can't 'cause

our cat's terrified of them.

Have you ever

had a dog before?

I think Ryan used to have one

when she was younger,

before my mom

married her dad.

It's sad she can't

have one now

since she's the real

dog lover.

I like them too,

but I'm just volunteering

here for my resume.

Ooh, cute and smart.

Double threat.

(giggles)

Glad I could at least use

my winning personality

to find

old Mimsy a home.

Jack-- wait.

Yeah?

You still have

more than 60 hours

left on your service.

You digging through

my personal file, "Cryan"?

Can you be serious for,

like, one minute, please?

Fine, what?

What if you help me

place all the unadoptable dogs

before Christmas?

Why would you want my help?

Come on, Jack,

we all know

you're, like,

the prince of persuasion.

Even I have to admit

you have a certain--

Charm?

Persuasiveness over people.

It's a terrible idea.

I know from experience.

You can't make people

take things they don't want.

(dogs barking)

Love would really

have to be blind to find you.

(dog barks)

(dogs barking)

Fine, I'm in, okay?

In what, Jack?

Trouble again?

No, I'm in

to helping find the dogs

homes before Christmas.

Under one condition,

of course.

And that is...

You help me land a date

with your sister.

Fine.

Really?

Hillary's totally

into bad decisions

when it comes to men.

I should have

no problem getting her

to fall for you whatsoever.

You know what? I'm gonna

take that as a compliment.

But are you sure there aren't

any other reasons

that you might

have changed your mind?

Like...

All those adorable pups?

Maybe even Petunia?

No, not at all.

The only other reason

I could possibly think

is knowing that it's gonna

torture you

just as much

as it'll torture me

having to spend the next

two weeks together.

Fine, yay to getting

tortured then.

So as Blair said,

most of the dogs have issues

that make them nearly

impossible to place.

No need to be

afraid of Titus.

He's all bark, no bite.

(barking)

All sound and fury,

signifying nothing.

Quoting Shakespeare.

I must say

I'm actually impressed.

Indeed, smarter than I look.

Yeah, don't flatter yourself.

And this is Romeo,

the complete opposite of Titus.

All he wants to do

is hug and kiss.

Total planter.

And this is Clementine.

Need I say more?

So what's up

with these two pups?

They seem fine.

Yeah, that does seem

the case

with Cassie, and Maggie,

or the twins, as we call them.

But really, they're going

100 miles per hour.

Dogs with ADD.

Wait, is that so bad?

They drive people crazy.

They never stop.

Plus, they go mental

if they're separated.

They've been adopted out twice

and brought back really fast.

And Skippy here

obviously has cataracts

and can't see much

of anything.

Can't they be

fixed or something?

I don't know,

can you afford the surgery?

'Cause we sure can't.

Well, um, I'm all out

of stains, sprayed,

not a penny to my name.

You know, funny enough, though,

Skippy can still fetch.

He wants to play ball 24/7.

This is Bruno.

He's super smart,

but in dog years,

he'd be our in-house

senior citizen.

So no one wants to take him

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