Hearing the door open, he walked over to the grates separating his own kennel from the rest, stood straight and still and saluted. [i]Showtime[/i] he thought, feeling a chuckle of dismay trying to coax his muzzle open while he waited for the officer to arrive at his own little workplace. Darker and darker thoughts nagged him, fearing that he'll either have to cope with a fat, stupid and abusive officer of the law, or a slim, perverted and downright cruel mongrel of a man; he somehow contained his surprise when a womanly figure made its way in his field of view, his eyes nearly darted right down at her, but doing so could end up in a backhand slap over his nose. As soon as she greeted herself, Miles took the liberty to break his aimless stare and find her eyes; seeing her smile turned a gut in his abdomen, not knowing how to interpret that gesture of hers. He couldn't tell any form of hidden motive in her eyes, since her smile seemed to be as honest as possible. He swallowed dryly before he would open his mouth to talk, but he was promptly interrupted by Christa's offer to handshake. Confused, he blinked a few times before he responded with his own furred hand, feeling the softness of her skin as the fine fur brushed against it. He didn't shake too vigorously, or too limp, it was a proper introduction to the policewoman.

"It is an honor, ma'am." He replied courteously, unable to choke a small smile.

[i]Crap[/i], he thought,[i]what is it that makes me smile like a dumb dog?[/i] The guard allowed Miles to get out of the cage without the extra security measure of handcuffing him, but instead, prepared a stun baton in case Miles tried anything smart. He followed the woman on the way out from the K-9 kennel, keeping silent most of the time; it was a good occasion to check her out and nodded to himself, approving of her body. [i]If I'll get flayed alive, at least I'll have a nice view[/i], he thought as they just exited the building.

Once out, Miles turned his head in the direction of the wind and whiffed at it, trying to catch any interesting scents floating in the air, but as usual, it was a mix of exhaust gas, perfume, freshly cut grass and feces. Especially feces. He stretched his back and arms, now that he had enough room to maneuver. After he readjusted the electroshock collar on his neck, he faced the officer and hid the sigh that came out on its own.

"What districts are we patrolling today, ma'am?" He asked, but as soon as he saw her flinch, his instinct snapped and told him [i]she's a rookie. She never worked with a K-9 in her life. This is going to be a breeze.[/i]

"First timer with a K-9? If you allow me, ma'am, I could give you some suggestions: I know how to sit, roll, fetch, make poopy in the back yard, play dead. I still need to learn no to chew on things, but other than that, I'm pretty good at stuff. I'm not a call boy, though, I don't find the collar that kinky."

[i]I sure hope she does have some faint sense of humor.[/i]