This Ain’t No Dog Wash
Brigit
Oh, hell no. If Megan thought Brigit would voluntarily go into a car wash she must be smoking catnip.
Brigit sat on her haunches, dug in her heels, and pulled back on the leash with all the force she could muster.
“Come on!” her partner demanded.
Still Brigit resisted. She realized doing so would mean her partner would be stingy with the liver treats for a while and that she might renege on that spoonful of peanut butter, but the dog would deal with it.
“All right,” Megan spat. “Have it your way.” She quickly tied Brigit’s leash to the door handle of the cruiser, turned, and ran into the car wash.
Yep, definitely on the catnip.