We got this story from friends, Mark and Cindi from Colorado, about a trip they made one Thanksgiving Holiday to their beautiful condo in Puerto Aventuras:
We made it here, almost without issue yesterday. Parking and getting through Denver International was a piece of cake, the flight was good.
At the Cancun airport, we had our passports checked, and then went to a big area for our luggage. Upon entering this area, Cindi decides to go to the left to get “Scrappy,” our dog, “checked in” since the process took us a while in May. I went to the right with our carry-on luggage to pick up our checked bag. I stood around chatting with others while waiting for the bags to unload. With three planes coming in at the same time, the airport was moderately busy.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see two men rapidly walking through the crowd lead by this cute little beagle (we’ll call him Drugy for the purpose of this story). He is moving around through the crowd, checking every one out. He looks like a “Kibbles and Bits” commercial in the flesh. He comes to me, quick sniff, then turns his attention to one of my carry-on bags, two steps and SCREECH….! Drugy spins around and goes back to the bag. He is going NUTS sniffing around one of the zippers, almost unzipping it. The men look at me, “Mister, may we look in the bag?” I begin to laugh, knowing what they will find, and unzipped the bag.
I pull out the dog treats that Cindi opened at the Denver Airport for Scrappy. The dog handler is not as enthusiastic since he didn’t find drugs. Drugy sits down on his hunches looking at the handler “can I have one? Can I, Can I..huh huh?” The other guy reads the label (amused) and tells me we cannot bring beef in, just chicken or pork, and he is going to have to keep the bag. He comments to the handler, Drugy may want one. The handler is now even less amused.
In the end, the handler had to take Drugy back to have his senses cleaned and reprogrammed for work, so they could finish the sweep. I was cracking up behind my sober face. The non-handler is still chuckling. Then Cindi shows up and asks, “What’s taking so long?” I responded, “You’ll never believe it! I’ll tell you outside.”
Luggage checked out, hit the green light and away we go. I’m still laughing.