One thing you mentioned in your OP was that the K9 officer was trying to get the dog to hit on many things. Could you explain that further?
The dog was in training, I believe. The K9 officer was a local cop from Horseshoe Bay who showed up with a Teuvarian (sp?) and was shadowed by a guy wearing a red collared shirt. He was directing the officer. He started at the baggage compartment, and got nothing. He worked around the airplane directing the dog to search, and would pull off, re-search, pull off, re-search, and move on. This happened all around the airplane. Hew went to the exhaust pipes, and hit on those, pulled off, hit on them again, and sat. The handler pulled him off of the pipes, and re-directed to the wing root. Search, pull off, re-search, pseudo hit, pull off, sit.
I said to the agent who was babysitting me, "Nice false hit times 2." He looked at me and smirked.
There was the PC to search, and so they commenced. All of the bags went onto the ramp, and I knew those had nothing in them, so I was laughing. By this point I was irked, but trying to not be sarcastic, or rude. The dog went to our bags, searched, and bolted for the airplane. The handler pulled him off of the plane, and brought him back to the bags. Search, bolt, re-search, bolt, re-search, (the cop kept pointing at my camera bag and saying, "He's acting like he wants to hit..." No. He doesn't.) Finally the dog locked in, and searched. Cop pulled him bach, and had him re-search. Literally six or seven times. They cop tried to pull the panel surrounding the exhaust pipes off, and I said to the agent, "No way." He made the cop stop.
Then he put the dog on the wing, and into the cabin. The dog kept trying to jump out. He'd get put back in, do a search, and try to jump out. It was when he was put on the wing that he scratched frantically at both door sills to the cabin. If you're familiar with the Cirrus, there's no space between the seat, and the door sill. Further, if I was at 11,500, flying my plane, getting high, I'd leave the weed either in the console, or on the dash, not crammed into the space between my ass and the door sill. Don't wanna crush precious buds, you know? And there would have been a pipe in ready access of both of us.
Common sense failed all of these guys on this night.