Brigit
Large raindrops pelted Brigit in the face as she and Megan ran back to the car. While Brigit enjoyed a nice swim in a lake or river or swimming pool, especially on a hot day, Brigit hated rain. It was like being poked at random by dozens of wet fingers.
The only thing worse than rain was being forced to take a bath. All that peachy-smelling shampoo. Ew. Every time Megan bathed her Brigit ran right outside and rolled in the grass and dirt. She’d much rather smell like the earth than fruit.
When Megan opened the door to their new car, Brigit hopped inside. Why weren’t they driving their usual cruiser? Brigit had spotted it sitting in the parking lot at the police station. Brigit liked riding in the cruiser. It had a nice flat space in the back just for her, and she didn’t have to try to balance herself on a seat that wasn’t made to canine specifications. Like this one, for instance. She turned five times, trying to find a comfortable angle before finally giving up and flopping down sideways.