Safety was foremost on our minds as we flew this way and that across the ocean over the past week. In each hotel room, we looked for TV news about airport delays and the arrests of (alleged) terrorists. But nothing thrilled Snowman more than the pictures of the Beagle Brigade, or as the Brits call them, the Sniffer Dogs. We saw them on the telly, sniffing luggage outside Beantown Airport, and we saw them on the street in Edinburgh. This morning at Heathrow a Spaniel Sniffer Dog wandered through the ticketing line and paid us no mind.
As we went through Customs at Beantown this afternoon, Snowman glanced over and saw a beautiful Beagle in a working vest, paired with a young woman in uniform. They walked our way. In fact, they headed straight for us, Sniffer Beagle leading the way. "Find it," said her partner. She passed me by and went to Snowman, indicating his pantleg with a paw in the air.
"Are you carrying food?"
Snowman looked in his pocket. "Oh! I have some cookies!"
I said, "We got cookies on the plane."
The handler seemed satisfied and moved on with the Brilliant Beagle.
We moved on through Customs. After we got outside, Snowman spoke softly to me: "Mom, they weren’t from the plane. Those were the Digestives from the hotel. I totally forgot I had them."
My son, the Biscuit Smuggler.