I know this doesn't necessarily pass as valid with todays dog training methods, but in 79 I was in a house when the police turned up. My mate -a fantastic surrealistic builder - had knocked up split level beds in all the bedrooms. Above his wardrobe he built in a stash which lay under the above floor. He had to move a heavy chest by sliding, then prize out the floor board and carpet which hinged open.
On this day he had over an elbow in the stash. It definitely wasn't air tight and we'd just been into it for a smoke. The drug dog quickly found a bong in someones room and sniffed out mull in a visitors bag (which he'd quickly made to look like it belonged to the house

) but completely missed the stash altogether despite the mutt being lifted up onto the mezanine floor.
At this point in time it was now twice that I'd seen ginger powder save the day.
Another part of the story deserves telling. To get up to the above floor (14ft ceilings) you climbed a ladder made from 2 (4" x 2") sides with slots cut downwards into which fat bamboo runners were placed. About a meter in front of the top rails was a 6" x 2" supporting beam.
As the runners were slotted in, you had to make
damn sure you held the sides when climbing. Otherwise the runner you grabbed would come out in your hand as you fell backwards, banging your head a beauty on the beam. We'd all done it and over the years a couple of people had actually knocked themselves out. Ample warning was always given (well almost always

) to anyone new to the house.
So when this D boldly rushed up the ladder...there simply wasn't time to warn him...and a very loud crack rang out followed by a rather loud FUCK and OW! He stumbled out and sat in the car. We pissed ourselves for hours
