I trawl pubs and clubs with outdoor space—easier now since COVID. The proprietors discourage me, “Don’t frighten the horses,” they think. They know what I’m here for but they can’t stop me.
Here’s one now. He strokes my face and looks into my eyes. I signal to my partner.
“Excuse me, mate, my dog has indicated you for possession of drugs. Would you empty your pockets, please?”
I’ll get my treat later.