Here's a story from Dave Johnson about John Hisler. John is a superior former Deputy who now regularly demonstrates his excellence as an investigator in the private sector.
John and I were working the east end of town when we got a burglary in progress call at an apartment complex. When we arrived, we eased up to the apartment, which was on the 2nd floor. We could see a broken-out window by the front door. All was quiet and it appeared that whoever broke the window was long gone.
John has an innate curiosity which made him an excellent cop. Sometimes of course that nose can get you in trouble. And it did.
The broken window was chest high, and the hole was sizable. Just enough clearance for John's curiosity. He stuck his head inside to have a look around, then said to me "Hey, I smell a dog".
Now there are two kinds of watch dogs. First, the kind that makes so much noise when it hears a noise that the intruder beats a hasty retreat. Then there's the second kind that, when alerted, lays motionless and silent, waiting to rip the ass off the surprised intruder. The dog John smelled was the second type.
No sooner had he mentioned a hairy sentinel, when a bear-sized German Shepard lunged at his mug. The dog had been quietly laying below the broken window, diligently protecting his master's domain.
John is not a small man, and some would've been surprised at how fast he can move when the urge to is upon him. How he got that big head of his out of that window without cutting it off on broken glass is one of those miracles God occasionally uses to demonstrate his love of street cops. I darn near split my trousers laughing.
As for John, he was beset by another urge, too. And left the scene to change his laundry.
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