Sniffer

A man had just settled into his seat next to the window on the plane when another man sat down in the aisle seat and put his black Labrador Retriever in the middle seat next to the man.  “Why do they allow your dog on the plane?” the man asked.

“I’m a DEA agent,” the man with the dog said.  “Sniffer is the best drug-sniffing dog there is.  I’ll show you once we get airborne, when I put him to work.”

The plane took off, and once it leveled out, the agent said, “Watch this.  Okay, Sniffer, search.”

Sniffer jumped down, walked along the aisle, and finally sat very purposefully next to a woman for several seconds.  Sniffer then returned to his seat and put one paw on the agent’s arm.

The agent said, “Good boy.”  He turned to the man and said, “That woman is in possession of marijuana, so I’m making a note of her seat number and the authorities will apprehend her when we land.”

“Say, that’s pretty neat,” replied the first man.

Once again, the agent sent Sniffer to search the aisles.  The Lab sniffed about, sat down beside a man for a few seconds, returned to its seat and this time he placed two paws on the agent’s arm.  The agent said, “That man is carrying cocaine, so again I’m making a note of his seat number for the police.”

“I like it!” said his seat mate.

The agent then told Sniffer to search again.  Sniffer walked up and down the aisles for a little while, sat down for a moment, and then came racing back to the agent, jumped into the middle seat and proceeded to crap all over the place.  “What’s going on?” choked the first man, grossed out.