Brigit
Brigit wasn’t sure why they seemed to be living in this large building now, sleeping in a different bed and eating their meals in a noisy dining hall rather than their quiet kitchen. But a change of scenery was always fun. There were lots of new things to hear and smell and see.
While she could scent drugs all the time, and sometimes alerted on them even without Megan specifically asking her to, she’d been too distracted by all the new things to give any alerts before. But after dinner, Megan had directed her to put her nose to work, so she had.
Mostly she’d smelled sweaty sheets, the scent of students having sex, and all kinds of fragrances intended to mask a human’s natural scent. Perfume. Cologne. Body wash. Shampoo. Deodorant. She’d never understand why humans fought their natural smells. You wouldn’t catch a dog trying to mask its scent. Dogs were a proud yet simple species.
When they’d returned to the room they now shared with the girl who had yet to pet Brigit, the dog gave her passive alert as asked. For some reason, though, Megan took her off task when they stepped inside the room.
The other girl was seated at her desk, working on her computer. She cast a glance at Brigit, and the dog noticed the flash of fear in her eyes. She could also smell the fear pheromones the girl was giving off. Poor thing. She was afraid of furry creatures. Brigit would have to show her that she had nothing to fear but fur itself.