One would assume that such a job would keep a dog entertained all his life.
One would assume that, in such a job, boredom was an unknown word, an unknown phenomenon.
One would be wrong.
Training was not enough for him anymore. It was the same thing everyday; sniff this and then find the perpetrator, pretend he's a gunman and take him down, know the scent of drugs. On the rare occasion that they were needed, it was quick and easy. The human never seemed to understand the concept of 'stay in the car,' and instead decided that it was smarter to run. Riff-Raff often chalked it up to being human. He had noticed that, more often than not, the human would completely disregard it's instinct, and instead did the stupidest things they could think of. More than once he had needed to follow a human across treacherous three-lane highways, and once he had been told to follow a human out onto a frozen lake.
To a human, instinct was no longer existent.
That or it was simply a myth, and none of them believed in it.
With a long, draw out sigh, Riff-Raff heaved himself up from underneath the desk he had been 'assigned,' and went to paw at the door, indicating he wanted out. The policeman looked up from his paperwork with a frown, and made a soft groan. "You don't want a walk, do you, Riff? I'm up to my ears in paperwork, for Christ's sake," he complained, and Riff-Raff gave another wine, scratching at the door. "Fine, fine. I'll let you out, but don't expect to come back in." The man stood and quickly undid the strange contraption that kept the door shut, and in that instant, Riff-Raff was out. He darted towards the fence on the other side of the yard, staring out into the city streets. Maybe a stray would come by tonight and chide him for living with humans so he could jump the fence and teach it a lesson.
He always found that fights with other dogs were far better than fights with humans.
With nothing interesting occurring, he turned inward again and looked around the yard. Many different breeds, from Shepherds to Dobermans, Dalmatians and even Jack Russels, littered the barren, dusty field, each staying to their respective units. The Shepherds were usually the K-9ers, while the Dobermans were watch dogs. The Dalmatians were there only to help in fire emergencies, and the Jacks were sniff and find champions. He hardly knew another dog besides his unit. Not that it mattered. He had no reason to socialize with the other breeds. They had no relevance to his duties. Quietly, he scanned for his brother, hoping for a small sparring match before the night was through. He wanted to avoid Gem tonight, if possible, but he knew that it was not. She liked to joke with him for being the least fit of all of them, and while it was playful banter, Riff could hardly see it that way. It only pushed him harder to get better than her.
With a tired huff, he sat down and waited for his brother to appear.
Hell, even his sister would be good company, if she kept her mouth shut.
