A conversation between K9s Rex and Britt.
Britt: Yo, chief, I hear you're retiring this year.
Rex: Look at how gray I'm getting. Terry says I've done my time.
Britt: You put in for DROP?
Rex: Don't be a wise guy.
Britt: How do you feel about it?
Rex: I love working with Terry, walking the airport sniffing for stuff. But what Terry says, goes. You know we live to please our handlers.
Britt: You just going to lay around the house all day?
Rex: I'll hang with the cats.
Britt: Did you say "cats"?
Rex: Yeah. Terry's got two. We get along, but they're a couple of useless nimrods. All they do is sleep. You know what I'll miss on the job?
Rex: Playing with Kong. That thing just drives me nuts.
Britt: You know what I won't miss?
Rex: What's that?
Britt: Your constant barking whenever Terry puts you in the Explorer. What's up with that? Why don't you just lie down and chill, like I do?
Rex: What's the big deal?
Britt: Gets on my last nerve.
Rex: It's great TSA lets us retire with the people we love. I transition from Terry's partner to his pet.
Britt: I think Jim's got the same plan for me. Still get the same meals, fun and vet care. And they call it a dog's life.