The old ladies were so nice even though some called us “nice pooch”. I’m not a pooch! I’m the Regal Beagle and Malamar is the e-Nergetic Jack-a-be. If anything, Malamar is the pooch, not me! I’m pure-blood, I seem to remember.
But we enjoyed the sniffing around. In one of those units, the mother refused to step out of the apartment with her 3 kids.
News to me!
So, here I am performing my sniffing duties in one of the girls’s bedroom, when suddenly the door opens and the little girl shouts “these are my toys! Don’t touch them” .
Well, I beg to differ, but occasionally I will un-intentionally touch items with my nose because I am so focused on finding these bed bugs that I cannot, Read-My-Sniffs, stop in my endeavor to localize them.
My handler came to my rescue. I love her. And the little girl got comforted with a nice nudge and plenty of attention from me at the conclusion of the inspection.
I love my job…