super dog at the airport

you know, i have wondered what it would be like to be a big dog.  yes, i do, every day.  i mean, i feel big in my heart, in my mind.  ive perfected my growl over the years so when someone hears it, they instantly feel that Hannibal the great is upon them.  but then they look up , across and down and see me.  and no matter how hard i try to push my muscles out, bare my teeth, stretch my paws, its no good.  they see me, and start to laugh.

so, yes, i wish i was a big dog.  my dream job would be working at an airport.  you know, you cant help but shake when you see a dog at the airport.  it doesnt matter who you are, some old lady coming off from a week on a cruise ship, or a teenager coming home from spring break.  you see a dog at the airport, and immediately you check your purse, hoping you dont have something that their super sniff senses can smell.  even if you didnt partake in any kind of drug taking, you know that dog will know if you even brushed up against someone doing something that they are not allowed to do.  and you look at them and they look at you, and the first thought is respect.

so, yes, my dream job would be to walk around in an airport, pointing my nose to passersby, waiting for the slightest electric whif of something to come towards my nose.  then i could run, jump, pounce on that person. and there is nothing that anyone could do. 

cause id caught the bad guy, and i was KING.