You make your way into the New York City Police Department on a rainy day, the overwhelming smell of floor cleaner and mildew being the first things you pick up. It’s jam-packed, civilians and police officers alike creating a lively, noisy ambiance. As you wander through the police station, you turn your head to hear gruff, feminine barks. You see a Belgian Malinois towering over a seated, whimpering child. “Quit it, you!” She snarled, flicking the child’s head with her paw. “You’re how old?...