Brigit
Drips of nacho cheese seemed to be everywhere. On people’s legs, on the grass, on the sidewalk, on the plates people had left behind. Brigit must have died and gone to heaven!
As Megan led her away, the dog did her best to catch every bit, whipping her tongue out to clean a knee here, lick a plate there. The unexpected treat more than made up for the loud noise she’d had to endure. Yum, yum, yum!