The Smell of Slick

When I greeted Alice this afternoon, I could tell she had been around Slick, the black lab I see sometimes at the local airport. She quickly hugged me close and told me Slick said hello to me and not to worry, I am still her number one dog. That made me feel better.
Here is a photo of Slick about 6:30 AM Monday morning at a search base somewhere on the other side of the Sierra Crest. Alice said he has a knack for padding over to each search aircrew member as they return to the base building for debriefings after each sortie. He'll look in their eyes. Count the people. And wag his tail at each one. And, let himself he patted. That's why her chemical-smell outfit also smelled a bit like Slick.