The kitchen had been an interesting place to explore. There’d been blood all over. Brigit knew what blood was. In her time working with Megan, they’d come across blood at some of the crime scenes. She’d smelled blood on dead squirrels and frogs she’d rolled on, too. Most of the blood here smelled the same, but one puddle smelled different from the others. She could scent the smells of three people in the kitchen and the garage. One of the smells was very strong. The same smell seemed to be in the living room and hallway, though more faint. That person must live here. The smells of the other two people she scented were very weak, but she could still distinguish them. Her nose told her that the little dog had been in the kitchen, had run through the blood on the floor. Her nose also told her that there was a box of peanut butter-flavored doggie treats in the pantry. She’d been tempted to paw at the door to see if Megan might give her one, but she knew better than to mix business with pleasure. She was on duty now, and she had to stay on task.
Part of Brigit envied the tiny beast. Brigit was too big to fit nicely on Megan’s lap. She’d tried several times without success. But being able to curl up on a person’s lap is where Brigit’s envy ended. The poor thing had a smushed snout rather than a nice long one like Brigit. A flat nose like that wouldn’t be much use in scenting. But she supposed it didn’t much matter. The dog seemed to serve the same purpose as a toy. Whether she could scent well wouldn’t much matter. Yep, all in all, Brigit was happy being a big, furry working dog.
The fact that her partner had already paid her in liver treats told Brigit that she’d completed the tasks she’d been brought here to perform. Still, Brigit stood dutifully beside Megan just in case her partner needed her again. She wished she could get out of these weird booties, though. They felt strange on her feet and legs.