Brigit
She’d been disappointed when Megan took the leather tassel from her, but it had tasted a little funny anyway and smelled of polish. The liver treat had been an acceptable substitute.
Megan pulled the cruiser to a stop at the store they’d gone to earlier. Brigit put her nose to the cruiser’s window and scented. She smelled body odor coming from the big male cop Megan didn’t like. The other male cop smelled like the pizza he’d had for lunch. A floral scent came from the other female officer. Brigit also scented gasoline, bait fish, and hamburgers cooking. Mmm. Her mouth hung open, a drop of drool falling from her lips. She barked an order to Megan. Woof! Woof-woof! Translation: Get me a burger! Now!
Megan didn’t speak dog, and often didn’t understand what Brigit was telling her. Instead of getting her a hamburger, Megan returned to the cruiser and started the engine.
“Sorry, girl,” Megan said. “No time for a burger right now. If all goes well, I’ll get you one later.”
Brigit cocked her head. Megan had said the word “burger.” Maybe she understands me, after all.