Brigit
Could she shake? Of course Brigit could shake. She could also sit, lie, speak, roll over, and play dead. She was no slouch, no silly lapdog who could only blink its eyes and look cute. She was a master performer. And that didn’t even include the things she could do in her police work, like search, track, and take down a suspect.
Shake? Sheesh. Give her a challenge. This was college, after all.
Brigit raised her right leg and held it up in front of her. The boy took it in his hand and moved it up and down. Why humans chose to greet each other in this odd way she’d never understand. Why not just sniff each other’s butts, like dogs did? You could tell a lot from a canine anus, like the dog’s gender and reproductive status and emotional state. Butts were the faces and Facebook status updates of the dog world.
Brigit hopped up on the chair next to Megan and waited until her partner had torn her sandwich into bite-sized pieces for her. Yep, Brigit had her partner well trained.
Megan and the boy talked while Brigit ate the bites of turkey and bread. When she finished her sandwich, the boy gave Brigit a couple of his fries. It was nice of him to share.
After lunch, Megan took Brigit back outside and let her off leash in a grassy area to pee. A group of students were playing Frisbee on the long lawn. When the Frisbee sailed over the head of the one nearest her, Brigit figured she might as well help the guy out. She ran, leaped into the air, and grabbed the Frisbee between her teeth. Easy-peasy.
Yep, college was fun!