Brigit
Megan opened the back door of the Jeep and Brigit hopped up into the seat. Immediately, her nose detected odors that had not been in the car when Megan had dropped her at their house only hours before.
There was the acrid, citrusy scent of cleaning spray. Underneath that, there was the scent of liquor and intestinal fluids. She was very familiar with those scents. Her first owner had been a stoner who smoked too much weed, drank too much cheap beer and whiskey, and hung with a crowd of losers just like him. Overdoing it was something they did regularly.
But along with those scents, she smelled the identifying smells of certain people. The two girls who lived on the other side of the bathroom had been in the car recently. But she smelled someone else, too. His scent was faint, as if he hadn’t been in the car long, maybe only leaned in or placed a hand on the windowsill. Her nostrils twitched. Yep, she smelled the faint scent of Hunter, the nice guy who always gave her attention when he saw her.
She wagged her tail. Maybe they’d see him again soon!