Brigit
While her partner and the detective spoke with the man and woman, Brigit subtly snuffled around their yard and sniffed their shoes and pant legs. While she could tell a couple of dogs had relieved themselves on this couple’s mailbox recently, she could tell this man and woman had no dog of their own. The pieces of stray fur on their pants and the unmistakable scent of feline told her they were slaves to a cat.
Poor schmucks.
Brigit sniffed along, pulling her leash fully taut as she scented the driveway. What is that smell? Could it be? Yes!
Her tail swung side to side in happy surprise. The boy who’d fed her the jerky had been here in the driveway not long ago. She could tell he had no dried meat on him today but, still, she was sorry she’d missed him. He’d seemed very nice and she sensed that he could benefit from a dog’s unconditional love.
Disappointed and bored now, she flopped down in the grass and heaved a long, doggie sigh.