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Get your own drug dog: Surprise your kids!
By Gina Spadafori
September 13, 2008
Honestly? I would think this a spoof from The Onion, except … it’s not. Ohmidog! reports that a New Jersey company is marketing the services of its drug-detection dogs, to parents. From Ohmidog:
Just in time for school — and just a little bit creepy — a New Jersey company has announced what it says is the first enterprise of its kind: making drug-sniffing dogs available to parents concerned their children might be using drugs.
Launching to coincide with the back-to-school season, Sniff Dogs, LLC, offers a confidential drug detection service — police aren’t involved at all – in which dogs specially trained to locate drugs discreetly sniff out Junior’s room or workplace.
The world gets stranger and sadder by the day …
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As the man used to say, Thank You For Your Support!
So, drug dogs, funny story.
We do a fair number of programs for kids in schools with the SAR dogs. Often they are told that members of a search and rescue team are coming, but we conceal the dogs during the first part of the program (where we are laying on the safety information and need the kids’ attention) and let them make an entrance later.
One day I came into a junior high at the wrong entrance; Mel and I were wandering the halls looking for the office when we turned the corner and encountered two boys who definitely represented the rougher element of the junior high jungle.
They eyed her — vest said “search dog,” German shepherd, vaguely official-ish blue uniform on the handler: “Uh — what’s he search for?”
“Well, that depends — what you got?”
Whoosh They were gone. The only thing that would have added to the tableau would have been the sound of flushing 30 seconds later.
Comment by H. Houlahan — September 13, 2008 @ 6:16 pm