Happy Working Dog

Today I saw a working dog, trained to sniff bad things maybe hidden in trucks, boxes, cargo.  This joyful hound was clearly delighted to be putting its world-famous olfactory brilliance to work.  You’d expect to see a dog straining at a leash, wanting to get a move on; today, the human strained at her end.  The dog, for a blissful moment, was firmly planted at that spot, nose pointed up, breathing in deep snoot-fulls of scent.  Euphoric!