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Let’s get closer so we can check it out .
    Drat. We’re not communicating.
    I yip, “Mr. Mackenzie. We need to check before it goes through the big doggie door. Really.”
    He ignores me.
    Well, when I went on my own at the Metro it worked out… I jerk my retractable lead out of his hand, race over and jump onto the belt.
    Mr. Mackenzie yells, “MAY!”
    Ear flick.
    “You stop right there.”
    What should I do? I can’t really stop on this belt – it’s moving – so I pause and watch the green bag disappear through the flap. Then I glance his way.
    We need to check that bag and you won’t listen. Besides, I have to go out anyway. Don’t want to be like that poor bird. Bye!
    I grab the lead handle so it doesn’t hang on anything and take off, weaving between a garment bag, a box and some suitcases. When I burst through the door, I’m relieved to find it’s not dark. But no grass and – It’s. So. Loud.
    Vehicles and carts whizz by, loaded with luggage and people. They all seem to know what they’re doing, like those bees. I will soon!
    Must focus, like Sassy said.
    Green bag. Right!
    Uh oh. There’s a woman in uniform supervising this belt. She might be angry to see me without my handler. But she isn’t.
    She smiles and I smile back.
    I notice a little carrier at her feet. Wonder who’s in there? Odd. I don’t remember seeing it on the belt. She seems to be waiting for someone.
    There’s the green bag, around the curve. As I race past, the woman’s hand twists.
    I’m netted!
    Quick as a sniff, she stuffs me – lead, net and all – into the tiny carrier. I’m tangled but the net provides some traction.
    Sniff . No one’s been inside before.
    Uh oh. This was a test… and I failed. Sigh .
    Failed, failed, failed. I should have obeyed. I’ll be busted out of boot camp for sure.
    “May! May?”
    Mr. Mac!
    I see him rushing in our direction, as the woman stuffs my carrier between some bags on a cart and we take off.
    I’m dognapped!



Chapter 4
    B reathe. And think.
    I’m whizzing along on a motorized cart, stuffed between bags ripe for investigation. We’re still inside a big metal building. I hear Mr. Mac calling for me, way behind now. I’m in an itty bitty crate – YUK – so small hardly anyone would notice and it’s so loud around here, I don’t think barking will help. Others are calling to their families and they’re being ignored. Better save my voice.
    Why am I being taken? And where? Who IS this woman? Does she work with the K9 Service? Or maybe Rukan! Something else? Must stay calm, see what happens.
    Carts are stuffed to the top with luggage. There’s a fuel truck. It smells like what Dad puts in our truck, except different. I still don’t know what “fuel” is, but it seems humans need it if they operate a motor. And yummo, trucks with food. That reminds me, I’m kinda hungry. And thirsty. And I need to go out. But no chance just now.
    I can hardly see anything besides the bags and suitcases. Must get to sniffing.
    This one smells like sand and fish and rubber. And this one has dirty jeans and underwear and socks. I think they visited a park. The big plaid one has some chocolate. Wish I could taste it sometime but Dad and Mom never share. For my own good they say. Piffle.
    All these tags are marked with the airport code CDG. Wish I’d studied more to know which one. Wait. The name is spelled out – Charles de Gaulle… Hmm. I think that’s in France. But it sounds like a human’s name.
    Uh oh we’re slowing. Maybe I can work this latch… Got it. I’ll make my escape when the opportunity presents itself.
    We stop outside on the warm concrete, planes and trucks and carts everywhere. These humans seem to know what to do and where to go, like those bees. Wish I did.
    I feel the cart move, then hear the woman and a man… can it be? I know that voice. My heart beats thump thump . Rukan! But… Sniff sniff . He looks different. Same cold eyes though. But scent and sound