Our young daughter had been missing for several hours and my wife was starting to become frantic. We called the police and they began to organise a search of the surrounding area. The police sergeant told us they were bringing in a sniffer dog to help.
“Do you have a sample of her clothes?” asked the officer. So, I handed him a pair of my daughter’s knickers.
The sergeant sniffed at the underwear and began slobbering, excited by the scent.
“But officer.” I said “Shouldn’t we wait for the dog to arrive?”
