Brigit
Brigit wasn’t quite sure why Seth and Megan had driven the dogs all over town today, but she always enjoyed spending time with Blast, whether it was running around with their friends at the dog park or even just riding around in a car. The only thing she hadn’t liked was the darn train. The rumble of its wheels and the sound of its horn had been downright deafening. If she’d had opposable thumbs she would’ve unlocked the gate, run after the damn thing, and sunk her teeth into its caboose.
Brigit hoped she’d get to see more of Blast in the upcoming days. He was a fun and sweet companion. Neutered, so he didn’t act like a jackass like some of those male dogs who still had their balls. Really, that Great Dane with the pendulous testicles at the dog park who kept trying to pick fights? What a dumbass.
If Brigit had to guess, she’d say the chances of seeing Blast more often were likely. She’d noticed Megan and Seth putting their mouths together, a sign of affection in both dogs and humans. She’d also smelled the sexual pheromones the two had released when Seth backed Megan against the door. Each of them was hot for the other, that much was aromatically clear.
Now if they could only manage not to screw it up this time …