This weekend I found myself waiting in line to board the Bremerton ferry. The Washington State Ferry system apparently employs bomb-sniffing dogs to prevent any sort of like-9/11-except-on-a-boat style of attack. But I was a little distressed to see that the dog assigned to our ferry wasn't a German shepherd, no. It was fucking Old Yeller:
Um, that is the least ferocious bomb-sniffing dog of all time. I've got bad news for you ferry system. That's not a bomb-sniffing dog, that's a cuddle-sniffing dog. He is trained to find anthrax, but all he can find is hugs! His search came up empty—unless you count that
cache of snuggles that he found.
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