Good boy? The beagle here is named "Trouble", and he's being honored here in NYC by US Customs officials, for his work at Miami International Airport.
Trouble looks... underwhelmed. As well he should. He has little concept of being honored when he gets a big ol medal put around his neck, or his paw flattened and pressed into a patch of what seems like mud. His expression says, to me, "Aw crap, I work all day for these people and now they want to fly me somewhere, put me in a room full of people, jerk my chain around even more. All I want is to settle down with my pack and enjoy a good meal and a nap. When does it stop, Good God, When Does it Ever Stop."