Vick used to be a famous military dog. One day, for no apparent reason, someone attacked and gravely wounded him with a stick. Due to the resulting emotional trauma, he was discharged. Now, he works with us at the Drug-Sniffing Dog Training Center. My coworkers don't like him, but after training him, I've found him to be a brilliant drug-sniffing dog, and we've become the best of friends. Although, when I think back on when we trained together, and to that time my girlfriend left me, I don't know whether to laugh or cry...
