Report to the Agency: M3 receives her Agency kit.

Report to the Agency: M3 receives her Agency kit.
Well. I’m happy to report that my agent kit finally arrived. Following my field placement in Stavanger, Norway, my kit was misplaced by Denmark On the Go (DOG) Airline, which left me without my equipment until they could retrieve it and send it on to me.

But now that I have it again, I can begin my work in earnest.

The kit contains all the gear an agent needs to do her work. All the various items are, of course, cleverly disguised as everyday dog stuff so no one will suspect what I am really doing when I take my owners for walks or when I am checking the house for suspicious objects. What appears to be just a simple bag of yummy puppy treats are, in fact, tracking devices that, once swallowed by a dog, will let me track it for several days. And that dog tooth brush? Well, it allows me to decode the messages left by other doggy agents as they walk around the neighbourhood. I can, of course, carry a variety of other items, including emergency dog food, bus tickets, my Barkberry cell phone and GPS, and a small thermos of coffee.

A couple of days ago I was hiking down the street with my kit on, adjusting the straps and getting used to the weight on my back again, when I heard old Growler – James Hound – chuckling. “What are those things on your back, Agent M3?” he asked. When I told him he shook his big, shaggy head. “What will they think of next?” he muttered. “In my day they gave us a few sharpened pencils and come beef jerky, and sent us out on the job. We didn’t need anyof all that electronic flimflammery, I can tell you that.” His voice trailed off as he started to reminisce about “the Good Old Days.”

But my toothbrush was buzzing, telling me that another message was being dropped somewhere in the area, and I needed to get going. So I hiked up my shoulder straps and got back to work. For me, of course, these are “The Good Old Days,” and I plan to make the most of them before it’s my turn to lie on a porch and wonder where the younger generation thinks it’s going.

As always,
Yours,
M3