Megan and Seth had left Brigit and Blast behind at Megan’s house. That meant only one thing. Time to go wild!
Without Megan and Seth here to scold them for messing up the bed covers or stealing snacks from the kitchen cupboards, Brigit figured anything was fair game. First, she challenged Blast to a game of chase. She zoomed from the living room to the bedroom, leaping onto the bed and down the other side, with Blast hot on her heels. She zipped back to the living room and grabbed the corner of a throw pillow in her teeth, tossing it into the air before hopping down and running into the kitchen to circle the dinette. Zoe, who’d been lying on the rug in front of the sink, hissed and scampered away. ’Fraidy cat!
After three trips around the dinette, Brigit let Blast catch her. He licked at her mouth. What a romantic.
All that exercise had worked up her appetite. She ambled over to the cabinet where Megan kept her dog treats and crunchy human snacks. She put her nose to the door to nudge it open. It budged only an inch. What the—?
Blast cocked his head and looked at her.
Brigit tried again. Still the cabinet door didn’t open. Hmm. She tried one more time. Her nose detected the scent of plastic, and her eyes spotted some type of latch on the inside of the cabinet that hadn’t been there before. Looked like Seth and Megan had wanted to turn the dogs’ pantry raids into a game. Well, Brigit was up for it.
She backed away and this time put her paw to the door. When it opened the little bit, she pawed at the space until her claws connected with the white plastic piece that was holding the door shut. She pulled first and, when that didn’t work, pushed on it instead. The door came loose and she could nudge it open now. What an easy game. She hadn’t been first in her K-9 training class for nothing.
Once the door was open, she sat down and looked over at Blast, inviting him to choose their snack. He stepped over and sniffed the boxes and bags. He decided on a box of crackers, taking the box in his mouth and removing it from the cabinet.
Good choice. Megan had tossed a couple of the crackers to Brigit the last time she’d eaten some. They’d been quite yummy.
The two dogs returned to the couch and tore into the box together. We make a good team.