Brigit
It was getting dark when Megan drove back to the house with the possum under the porch. Brigit lifted her nose to the metal mesh of her enclosure and sniffed. She could smell the beady-eyed little beast. She’d love to give it a nice chase. Of course the dumb things didn’t know how to play chase very well. She’d run after one before and instead of bolting for its life it had gone still, playing dead. A useless defense against a dog in most instances, but Brigit decided that even though the thing was too stupid to live she wouldn’t kill it. It wasn’t a fair fight.
She and Megan stayed in the car with the windows down. Looked like they were on watchdog duty tonight. That was okay with Brigit. That gave her a chance to gnaw on the new bone Megan had bought her at the store. If she couldn’t be playing chase or wrestling with another dog, gnawing wasn’t a bad substitute.
She picked the chew toy up with her mouth, used her paws to hold it in place, and set to work on it.