Brigit
Slup-slup-slup-slup.
Brigit did her best to lick away all of the boy’s salty tears, but they seemed to keep coming and coming and coming, as if he’d saved up a lifetime’s worth of them.
Slup-slup-slup-slup.
The boy reached up and wrapped his arms around her neck. No sense making it hard on the kid. She flopped down next to him and continued her ministrations. Slup-slup-slup. Too bad tears didn’t come in multiple flavors, like chicken and turkey and beef. Slup-slup.
Megan reached out to the boy, putting a hand on his hair and smoothing the cowlick Brigit had premoistened with her saliva. For some reason, the gesture made the boy cry even harder.
Brigit continued to tend to the boy until paramedics arrived and loaded him onto a stretcher. Once the ambulance had taken the boy away, Megan escorted her back to the cruiser and offered her an entire package of liver treats. Brigit wouldn’t have believed it before, but maybe you could get too much of a good thing. Rather than risk horking the treats back up in the car, she stopped herself at a dozen.
“Good girl!” Megan gave Brigit a kiss on the snout and ruffled her ears before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “You’re the best partner ever!”