Weeeee! “Hang on, girl!” Megan called back as she braked the cruiser to a quick stop in the gravel-strewn lot. Brigit could tell Megan was excited. She was breathing rapidly and pecking away at her laptop like her fingers were on fire. Click-click-click-click-click. Brigit had no idea what her partner was doing, though she’d heard her mention the word Facebook several times today, so it was possible she was looking at that site again. If there were such a social media platform for dogs, it would be called Buttbook and dogs would post pics of their hindquarters, tails raised. Gender options would include male, female, and neutered/spayed. Relationship statuses would include stray and part of a pack. Dogs, of course, would be interested in men or women. Gender was irrelevant. They’d have a relationship with any human who would give them good food and a warm bed. Canines would post about dead squirrels they’d manage to catch, a new toy they’d been given, other dogs they’d humped, holes they’d dug.
