Sniffer

A man had just boarded and settled into his seat next to the window on a plane when another man sat down in the aisle seat and put his Black Labrador in the middle seat between them.  “Why do they let you keep your dog with you on a flight?” the first man asked.

“I’m with the Federal Drug Enforcement Agency,” The second man explained.  “Sniffer here is a ‘sniffing dog’, and he’s the best 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 DEA guy undid Sniffer’s leash and said, “search.”

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

“Good boy,” the agent said.  “That woman is in possession of marijuana,” he told his seatmate.  “I’m making a note of her seat number, and the authorities will apprehend her when we land.”

“Gee, that’s pretty good,” 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.

“Two paws mean that man is carrying cocaine,” the agent explained, “so again, I’m making a note of his seat number for the police.”

“I like it!” said his seatmate.

The agent 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 poop all over the place.

“Jesus!” exclaimed the first man.  “All that training and Sniffer isn’t even housebroken?”