Thanks to me, they could stroll through the barrier at their leisure, with their Swiss watches and designer drugs. The genuine smugglers in the line behind me probably couldn't believe their luck. Less than half an hour on British soil, and I was already under suspicion of drug smuggling.
He looked twice from the dog to me and back again before reaching for the bag and saying, "Okay, then, let's see what our Amber's found in there." The customs officer seemed to be as surprised as I was.
For a drug-tracking dog it was a surprisingly fluffy specimen, like a golden retriever, and I was just going to tickle it behind the ears when it bared its teeth and uttered a threatening "Woof!" Then it sat down and pressed its nose hard against the side of my bag.
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