Brigit
Brigit wasn’t sure why, but her partner had seemed intent on introducing her to every captive animal in the Fort Worth area. Over the last few days, Megan had taken her to all sorts of pet stores and petting zoos. Not that Brigit was complaining. She liked other animals. She’d enjoyed carousing with the puppies at that one shop even though a couple of them had nipped her playfully with their sharp teeth. Still, having once been a prisoner at the city’s animal pound, she felt sorry for the animals who didn’t have a comfortable home with a loving person like Megan to feed them, and cuddle them, and do their bidding.
At the final store they’d visited, Megan bought Brigit a box of peanut butter dog biscuits. Yummy! After wolfing one down herself, Brigit nudged the box, insisting Megan offer one to each of the three dogs up for adoption at the front. They crunched away at the biscuits and, when they finished, thanked Brigit with a wag of their tails.
Megan was quiet on their ride home from the station tonight. At home, she said nothing as she washed up, changed into her pajamas, and slid into bed. Brigit knew Megan’s silence was not a good sign. Her partner was upset about something. Brigit wished she knew what it was. All she could do was curl up next to Megan in bed and give her a wet kiss on the cheek to let her know she cared. Slup!