Brigit
She and Blast tussled in the fresh-cut grass, rolling around and playfully chewing each other’s necks. Blast was a beta male, which made him easy to get along with. When it came to food and toys and the best spots to sleep, he deferred to Brigit, just as he should. She was an alpha female, a doggie diva.
While Brigit knew she and Megan formed a two-member pack, she liked it when Seth and Blast came around. Maybe someday all four of them could be in a pack together.
A brown squirrel taunted the dogs from its place in the pecan tree. Chit-chit-chit!
How dare a mere rodent speak to her that way!
In an instant, Brigit was off her back, barking, and leaping as high as she could up the trunk of the tree. It wasn’t high enough to catch the squirrel, but at least she’d scared it off. It scampered across the limbs into the adjacent yard.
Stay out of my yard! You’re asking for it, you dumb nut-eater!