BAD HABIT BREAKERS

  Deputy Bounder had another bad habit; he liked to chew on pens. And not just his. Any pen he borrowed or  made its way into his hands. If he glommed your pen, when you got it back it'd look like a teething beaver had been at it. So, the big-hearted Cops who worked with Bounder--wanting to help him curtail this gnawing compulsion--decided to intervene. 

 One day when Bounder was sitting at his desk, brow furrowed over some problem, munching on his favorite  ballpoint pen, one of his associates walked by and, casually, tossed a photo on his desk. Bounder took one look at the photo, spit the pen from his lips, twisted his face into a mask of revulsion and  stumbled to the restroom, gagging, in pre-barf mode.

 What was in this photo? For this tale to be complete, you must know. Sorry 'bout that for it's sometimes better not to delve too deeply. Such was the case with this photo.

 Pictured was a CCSO K-9, head turned and staring in quizzical remorse at his rear end. Now, let's hope--for the sake of decency and to avoid a PETA sit-in--that what was depicted was the result of trick photography, some primitive form of Photoshop. Otherwise, I shudder to think how the object shown was inserted where it was. There, in the photo, protruding from the poor dog's backdoor, was a ballpoint pen. Bounder's favorite ballpoint pen. 
  Bounder took to gnawing on his knuckles after that.

 Just another example of how the Cop's way of curing you of a bad habit can be as effective as the Hell's Angel's Collection Agency.