What pets can I have?

A/N I know it's been a very long time since I updated this but I hope to finish it soon and get it done.

The Good Place, 7347 Bearimys later

My new place is nice. The decor is on par with my late self's sense of rainbows and out of date quotes on the walls. I've settled in rather nicely after my rather unfortunate depart from life. For the last few days I've just been wandering around the neighbourhood, exploring the frozen yoghurt stores and making full and proper use of Janet.

Some questions I've already been through:

- Where can I do my grocery shopping?

- Am I allowed to go exploring/hiking?

- Can I die in the afterlife?

- Are there any bears around here?

And:

- Is the spaghetti and meatballs the best I can get in the whole universe?

But I hadn't gotten around to asking something that I was hoping would have a good answer. So here goes. "Janet?" I ask the empty air. Then suddenly out of nowhere the robot herself popped up. Still can't get used to that. "Hey Janet, I have another question to ask you." I say, waiting for response that didn't come, still can't get used to the fact that a robot doesn't respond in a proper conversational style.

"Ok, so I was just wondering if I can have any pets?" I say, dropping my tone a little and looking down at my toes like I'm five years old.

"Yes, you can have whatever pet you like. Would you like me to take you by the pet store? Or show you a catalogue of all the pets the Good Place has on offer?" Janet replies, her steady accent reminding me that everything is fine.

"Yes Janet, that sounds amazing, show me that catalogue!" I say rather dramatically and out of thin air she pulls a thick wad of paper.

"Here you go."

I sit down and start to flick through the pages of puppies and cats and a couple canaries. Janet all the while sits beside me and provides helpful facts about each of the different animals I think about adopting.

Later in the day, I head down to the pet store and walk up and down in front of all the puppies, some little, some enormous - because this is the afterlife after all. No puppy will be left behind, of course, because pain doesn't exist in the Good Place. Oh my god, I sound like the welcome channel. Anyway, I know mine the second I see him, a little golden retriever puppy, I think he might actually be glowing, he's that golden. He wags his tail before podding over to me, my fingers stretching through the little squares of tiny fencing that've been put up to keep the little ones inside.

After a proper meeting I decide I'm taking my little chap home and sign a few papers - as yes, there are still forms to fill in even in the afterlife. But after all that's been taken care of, I take the newly named Harry out for a walk around the neighbourhood.