Sub Sandwich to Go?
Fort Worth PD K-9 Officer Brigit
All in all, Megan wasn’t a bad partner. She brushed Brigit every night, a hundred strokes. She let Brigit sleep in bed with her. She even bought Brigit her favorite treats when they went to the grocery store.
But now? Megan had driven to a sandwich shop and left the windows cracked, treating Brigit to the mouth-watering scents of turkey, pastrami, bologna, and meatballs. Smoke, too, but Brigit’s superior nose could nonetheless distinguish the scents. Brigit had hoped Megan would return to the car with a sandwich, but she’d come back empty-handed. Brigit had wagged her tail, hoping Megan would take a hint and go buy the dog some fresh meat. She hadn’t.
Ugh.
Humans could be so difficult to train.
At least things seemed to be picking up now. The siren whooped and Megan was driving like a bat out of hell. That could mean only one thing.
They were about to see some action.
Brigit lived for action.