On Saturday night, I covered an art exhibit that has sparked a bit of controversary. I had to be frisked and have all my camera gear inspected by policemen AND a bomb dog, which, sadly, is fairly standard operating procedure these days.
I was crouched down to pull out each lens in turn. The bomb dog sniffs the bag like he was supposed to, but then he starts licking my face. I sort of patted the dog's head, because, you know, the dog is supposed to be sniffing out TNT or whatever. So then the dog rolls over on his back with his belly in the air. The police officer was like, "Wow, yeah, he's really not supposed to do that..."