The teenage beagle kept working with the pregnant blonde. It wasn't the first human he'd worked with since he'd taken the job there. He liked dogs, and was good with them. When she'd come in, she'd scared some of the other workers. But now, with a full belly, and some affection, she wasn't scaring anyone anymore.
When she'd come in, they thought she was brown...but after cleaning her up, they discovered she was actually blonde. After she gave birth, and was no longer so skittish, they had a chance of getting her adopted.
"You need a name though," he told her as he tended to her.
Rachel looked at him, not quite understanding.
"We can't keep just calling you the pregnant blonde..." He looked at her. "How about...Rainbow?"