Brigit
Brigit’s day was going great!
First Megan gave her a new comfy bed to sleep on, then she took her on long walks back and forth across the campus and let her sniff everything in sight, then she fed her a sandwich loaded with dead animal. And she’d been petted, stroked, scratched, and rubbed by packs and packs of people.
Brigit loved college!
Now they were in a room with a lot of seats facing the same direction, and most of those seats were filled with people in their sexual prime. The hormone levels nearly overpowered the poor dog’s nose.
A woman standing at the front of the room continued to speak. She’d been talking for quite a while now, but had said none of the words Brigit liked. She hadn’t said “walk” even once, let alone “treat” or “play.” It was all blah-blah-blah. She was like a high-strung Chihuahua, yip-yip-yipping but saying nothing of importance.
Might as well take a nap. Brigit lowered her head to her paws and closed her eyes. Yep, college is awesome.