I met a really friendly beagle at LAX. Adorable little guy ran right up to me and wiggled and sniffed, and wanted pets. I’m so used to dogs and and cats coming to me for attention I thought nothing of it. I’ve never used or posessed drugs. I was totally okay and he had the softest little ears!!
“Yvette,” said Mark. “Yvette, stop.”
“Ma’am, do you have fresh fruits or vegetables in your bag?” asked the customs officer.
Ooops. I’d packed some fruit to eat on the plane. You cannot bring fruit into California. The inspector watched me throw it in the garbage. At least I got to pet the cute dog.
That’s the story from my point of view, but if you’ve ever wondered what the working dogs at airports are thinking, John Finnemore can tell you:
What do you think?