Brigit
She’d been terrified by the storm and the sudden, unexpected fountain spouting up through the overturned cruiser’s window, but just as quickly as the supercell moved on, things began to look up. The man who’d shared the beef jerky with Brigit sure was nice, and he had an entire bag full of the meat. The dog hoped she and Megan would see him again. And then she got to meet three new dogs. How fun was that?
Like Brigit, these search-and-rescue dogs were trained to perform important tasks. No pampered house pets here. Nope, these were smart dogs, serious dogs, dogs that sniffed around for injured people, scenting for blood. They also knew to listen carefully for calls for help that might be coming from inside piles of rubble.
Once again, canine skills filled in where human capabilities fell short.
What would people do without dogs?
Brigit could sense that Megan had become tense ever since that other officer had arrived. Brigit knew the guy was a jackass. He had a barking laugh and spoke in staccato bursts. Brigit might not always treat Megan with respect, yet, as members of the same pack, they had a right to push each other’s buttons on occasion. But when someone outside the pack pulled a fast one on a member, Brigit wasn’t about to let it go unchecked.
The jackass issued a derisive snort and spoke into his phone. The dog decided to take advantage not only of his distraction but also his wide-legged stance. She sneaked up to him and, with all the force she could muster, rammed the top of her hard skull into his soft, squishy scrotum.
With a retching sound, he buckled to his knees, one hand instinctively going to his groin, the other still clutching his phone. “Goddamn dog!” he gasped between labored breaths.
When the man reached out a hand to grab her, Brigit scurried back to Megan’s side. As expected, her partner surreptitiously slipped her a liver treat.
You don’t mess with these bitches.