On the Beat With Ollie

Red and blue strobes bounce off walls pulsing beats in arterial veins of the city. Radio voices crackle like static in the night, overshadows savage growls. Police K-Nine, Ollie, fastens the wide-eyed man in her prow. Hackles rise from scruff of muscled neck down her rippling spine. Sharp fangs glisten white under the flickering glow of a street lamp. Lips snarl with foaming snaps of snout, ears flatten to a muscled head, brown shepherd-eyes simmer in muggy sweat beneath the churning clouds of July. A taunt, bristling beast seethes with electric rage focused on the color-drained face of the male anarchist crumpled with bowel-soiled pants.