Brigit
The dog would never understand why humans used cow flesh for things like shoes and purses and couches and car knobs. Cow flesh was food! Didn’t they know that? She’d smelled cowhide in the car and had to fight the urge to gnaw on the knob it was covered in. She had a feeling Megan wouldn’t be too happy with her if she had.
Brigit had also smelled fear pheromones in the car and on the man who’d been driving it. He reeked of them. He must have been terrified. Brigit didn’t know what he’d been scared of, but whatever it was had made him fear for his life.
Brigit had smelled other interesting things, too. The familiar scent of the woman who lived at the possum house. She’d smelled her when Megan pulled the woman over in her car. But she’d also scented faint traces of the woman when Megan had taken her to the playground with the cedar chips on the ground. The woman had been across the street a few hours before they’d arrived. She’d sensed the information would have been important to Megan, but she didn’t know exactly how to tell her partner what she smelled. Since she was a mere human, Megan’s skills were limited. Though she understood some of the things Brigit tried to communicate to her, she wasn’t entirely fluent in dog.
Shortly after they’d searched the car, the two ended their shift and went back home. Brigit could tell something was bothering Megan. Her partner kept tossing and turning in the bed, making it impossible for Brigit to sleep. She finally climbed down from the bed and went to sleep on the sofa in the living room. She found Zoe sprawled across the center of it, her arms and legs stretched out as far as they would go.
Move over, cat. We’re sharing the couch tonight.