The Education of a Bomb Dog (Smithsonian Magazine)
Fascinating article. Good read. ~ pinto
The Education of a Bomb Dog
By Joshua Levine
Smithsonian magazine, July-August 2013
When I first meet a likable young Labrador named Merry, she is clearing her nostrils with nine or ten sharp snorts before she snuffles along a row of luggage pieces, all different makes and models. Theyre lined up against the back wall of a large hangar on a country road outside Hartford, Connecticut. This is where MSA Security trains what are known in the security trade as explosive detection canines, or EDCs. Most people call them bomb dogs.
The luggage pieces joined bicycles, suitcases, shrink-wrapped pallets, car-shaped cutouts and concrete blocks on the campus of MSAs Bomb Dog U. Dogs dont need to be taught how to smell, of course, but they do need to be taught where to smellalong the seams of a suitcase, say, or underneath a pallet where the vapors that are heavier than air settle.
In the shrouded world of bomb dog education, MSA is one of the elite academies. It currently fields 160 teams working mostly in New York, Washington, D.C., Boston, Chicago and Dallasthe dogs always work in tandem with the same handler, usually for eight or nine years. MSA also furnishes dogs for what it will only describe as a government agency referred to by three initials for use in Middle East conflict zones.
Merry and Zane Roberts, MSAs lead canine trainer, work their way along the line of luggage pieces, checking for the chemical vaporsor volatilesthat come off their undersides and metal frames. Strictly speaking, the dog doesnt smell the bomb. It deconstructs an odor into its components, picking out just the culprit chemicals it has been trained to detect. Roberts likes to use the spaghetti sauce analogy. When you walk into a kitchen where someone is cooking spaghetti sauce, your nose says aha, spaghetti sauce. A dogs nose doesnt say that. Instinctively, it says tomatoes, garlic, rosemary, onion, oregano. Its the handler who says tomato sauce, or, as it happens, bomb.
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