Brigit
The dog had no real concept of weeks or months or years. She only knew that occasionally Megan left the house and came back smelling vaguely of incense. On those days, Brigit got to be lazy. The dog loved her job, but she loved being lazy, too. Sleeping in. Napping on the couch. Taking a snooze on the rug. Was there anything better than lying on her back in a sunny spot and soaking up the rays?
When Megan returned, Brigit could sense her excitement. She wasn’t sure what Megan was all worked up about, but whatever it was seemed big. Brigit could only hope that it would lead to a lot of liver treats.