Brigit
She’d wanted really bad to roll on that man’s dead body. Wasn’t that what dead things were for? Rolling on? But given Megan’s tight hold on her leash, Brigit knew she’d get in trouble if she tried. She’d had to settle for rolling on a squirrel in the parking lot. The flat, dried-out thing was days old, its odor mostly gone. Not much of a consolation prize, but the dog would take what she could get.
Brigit wasn’t quite sure why Megan kept taking her to empty houses, but she liked this one. It smelled great. Like mildew and wood rot. The carpet also bore scents of sweaty feet and spilled milk. The backyard was great, too. Very little grass so she’d have an easy time digging holes if given the chance.
The evening was even better. Seth brought Blast with him to Megan’s apartment. While their meal tickets talked on the couch, Brigit and Blast wrangled and wrestled on the carpet. Brigit bested Blast, flipping him over onto his back. She went for his throat. Playfully, of course, mouthing his fur without sinking her teeth into him. From the way he wriggled on his back and begged for more, Brigit suspected he liked it. Megan and Seth ought to give it a try sometime. The two looked like they could use some fun.