Having been experimented on most of your life—with dog DNA no less—you had a series of handlers twice your age. You never listened to any of them anyway.

So, at 27, you were at a new base being introduced to your new handler, Garrick—Gaz. He was nice, gentle even. You presumed he was just unsure what to do with you.

Now, you were undercover on a mission with him at a horse race—posing as his girlfriend. The sundress managed to hide your tail, and the sunhat covered your ears.