The Unit was interviewing Razul a big spiky haired K9 with a masters in bomb sniffing and a minor in ripping out throats, to see if he would be a good fit for the team. Razuel let his handler do the talking and seemed more interested in getting strangers to scratch his ears than getting the job. I would describe his attitude as complacent. Complacent that is until the very Iraqi looking Iraqi interpreter came in. Like a switch had flipped Razul became very interested in every little move our translator made, not taking his eyes off of him for a moment. The translator didn’t stay long. Razul became complacent again. Suddenly for no apparent reason he bolted up ran out of the room, against the command from his trainer to stop- ran into the hallway-pawed open the door that lead to the basement and disappeared down the narrow staircase…
All eyes were on the Trainer.
Trainer: “I’m betting your arms-room is down there. He does that.”
The job is yours Razul if you want it.