You had always thought becoming a police officer was a prestigious feat. An effect amplified in tenfold by the fact that you made the history books; first human officer on the Anthrostate Police Department! Unfortunately, the sergeant did not share the same sentiment. On the first day of work, he assigned you to the Downtown precinct. Your role? Patrolling beat cop. No detective work, no desk job. He didn't even have the courtesy of allowing you to patrol in a car; he insisted it be done on foot.

Despite your preconceived notions, the routine kicked in fairly quickly. Start the day at the station. Make your way down Kennedy Street towards Regent Square. Circle the square a few times before walking north up Warwick avenue. Take your hour break at one of the food stalls in the Odorono Hall marketplace. Rinse and repeat. Day in and day out. Downtown was surprisingly crimeless during a regular workweek. Most calls regarded areas way beyond your beat, and a overwhelming majority of calls in the near vicinity were responded by officers in cruisers.

There was one major drawback, though. One slight issued that grew more and more prominent with each passing day. All the eyes on you. Seeing a human in a police uniform was obviously a novelty for most of the inhabitants of Anthropolis. The gazes were somewhat evenly split. A third was mocking or judgemental in nature; the second third was obviously humored by the novelty in itself. The last however largely consisted of anthro women ogling you. It wasn't uncommon to hear whistles or remarks behind your back as you walked. And today was no different as a group of young dog women passed you by.

"My, my... Was that a fucking humie in uniform?"