A man had just settled in to 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.
The first man looked very quizzically at the dog and asked why the dog was allowed on the plane. The second man explained that he was from the Drug Enforcement Agency and that the dog was a “sniffing dog.”
“His name is Sniffer 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 had leveled out, the agent said, “Watch this.” He told Sniffer to “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,” and he turned to the man and said, “That woman is in possession of marijuana. 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.
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 poop on the seat.
The first man was really disgusted by this behavior and couldn’t figure out how or why a well-trained dog would behave like that. So he asked the agent, “What’s going on?”
The agent nervously replied, “He’s just found a bomb.”