Okay, M@ reminded me of a story. Back when I was in K9, when things were “in black and white” as a snarky friend once observed, a handler from a nearby agency told me about something that happened to him one night.
It seems that at this particular department, they found a novel use for the K9 teams. During narcotic buys-busts, a handler and dog would be hidden in the trunk of the undercover car. When the narc dicks up front had completed a drug deal, they would give a short honk on the horn and, Surprise!, the K9 team would pop out to apprehend any runners. Sounds fun, right?
One muggy Florida night, the handler was sweating his (fill in the body part) off in the trunk. Remember, dogs don’t cool by perspiring, they pant. Anyway, blind and mostly deaf in the non-passenger compartment, the officer-half could hear a deal in progress. The dog was just panting.
While the pharmaceutical negotiations were taking place, the UC car got made and a crowd gathered. The handler could hear a commotion outside. Suddenly, a few Continue reading