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Woof

At the train station tonight, I saw a police sniffer dog race along the plateform with it’s handler. The dog lead the policemen out through the turnstiles, up the concourse, down two flights of stairs, onto the footpath, then sat in front of a man standing on the street. Effectively accusing him of drug possession. I left. Amazed.

Secretly I have always wanted a sniffer dog to sit in front of me. Simply to prove dogs do make mistakes. But that has never happened.