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A N e w L i f e

The first sounds I heard were that of my siblings, the first movements I made were fighting with them for my place, the first time I felt something was when my mother licked me for the first time. I remember coming into this world like it were yesterday. I was only a few hours old when my training began, I was lifted face down, held by humans in more ways than can be counted, introduced to smells, all before my eyes were opened. We were a special litter I heard them say, for work that was to be a great service to the world.

I grew into puppyhood with this notion, I never met my father, but my mother took care of teaching us we needed to know. What we were meant for and how to act. I was a serious puppy, and from as early as 10 weeks old I showed assurance of becoming a calm and determined working dog.

Two weeks later a man two men in uniform appeared to check us out, my siblings and I where put though a series of obstacle, handling, fetch and toy finding tests to see our current capacities. I wouldn't have thought it was anything more than a game but my mother told me to do my best with the tasks I was to be given. After my turn had passed one of the men picked me up and exchanged words with the other. After some gibberish which I could not yet understand they nodded and walked over to the humans who had raised me. The man holding me brought out a wad of green paper, one of the things that I later learned was very important for me to find, and gave it to them. More papers were exchanged and signed and without a backwards glance I was loaded in a car and off to begin a new life.

By the time I had reached 13 months I had successfully passed all the required training with my human partner and was getting ready to graduate, becoming a full member of the Police force. I knew I was made for this work, I loved it. Nothing made me happier than being in harness and launching myself on the search for stolen money and other illegally owned substances. Sometimes even tracking the wanted and helping to catch them. We were good at our job, my partner and I and I remember hoping our life would never change.

T w e n t y O n e D a y s

But of course, my wishes did not come true. When war broke out, every dispensable K-9 team was asked to join higher forces and enlist in the army. My partner and I, were to be one of those teams.

We began on the hardest training courses available, twenty one days of hell on insufferable combat and stealth training missions. I could only imagine it being harsher in a real situation. I kept up my front and gave myself for my partner, we were one of the best teams but I was shocked at the personalities of most of the dogs and handlers. The dogs here were harsh and mean, I saw more than one redirect himself on his handler when he wasn't pleased with what was going on. Some appeared to have little or no love for the one they would be working with. I was glad that my partner and I weren't separated, for many of the handlers were as rough as the dogs.

Protection was one of the sports I had to learn, most of the dogs knew it already but it was quite new to me as I had only been used for tracking, rescue and detection. Even though my partner and I were going to still be primarily used for this purpose, in the army protection was a mandatory course. Though biting humans went against everything I had ever been taught I accepted the challenge with good will, after all in some situations it might fall on me to save my partner. There was no way I was letting us down.

After a few weeks, the routine became part of my everyday life, there was no getting used to it, only acceptance. I tried to befriend some of the other dogs, but most wanted nothing to do with others of their kind, geared only on their work and nothing else. A practice I slowly started taking up as my own.

There was only one of the dogs that would talk to me, an old veteran, mascot of the regiment. He had been to the war-front and back several times and never ceased to remind me I wouldn't last very long in my fluffy white coat. He was harsh but fair, giving me advice he had gathered over the years about everything he could remember. He became somewhat of a friend, but it was short lived as it wasn't long before we were on the road again. This time, towards the real deal.

P a t h O f W a r

As it turned out, my white coat was one of the last things I had to worry about. As soon as we got off the jets it was straight to work, my job was to inspect every truck or vehicle that went in and out of the base, as well as the fence lines, bunkers and storage cabins. We never stopped really, one truck after the next, I inspected them all. We worked most days full and sometimes nights even. One meal a day and kenneled at night. Kennels were new to me but it wasn't long before I accepted them as well, though I couldn't help wondering about my partner when locked up in here. How could I protect him if he was so far away?

Working in the camp was a nightmare on some days, especially those when we were under direct attack, I did the job best I could but it was impossible to search everything at the rates the things were brought in. All three of our detection teams had more that they could handle. It was on one of these days disaster stuck, one of the soldiers was about to jump into a departing van when I blocked his way and barked, I could sense something was wrong with the cargo but I couldn't sense what. There was something.. or someone that shouldn't be in there. I was pushed out of the way; they where in a hurry, but I wouldn't give up this easily, coiling my legs under me I sprung on the soldier and battled him to the ground. After a flow of angry wording they checked the van and sure enough inside, an enemy waiting with a gun to shoot the drivers and steal the cargo.

It was a terrifying experience for me. Though I got praise from the regiment, I knew I had to double my vigilance on the cargo leaving and entering the camp. Who knew what horrors could come up next?

D e a t h O f T w o

After a year and a half of hard work, my partner was allowed a visit home. Because places were limited, I had to stay behind in the kennels. I did not like the arrangement at all, not because I wanted to leave, but because the human I had grown so close to was going somewhere I wouldn't be able to watch over him. He bade me good-bye, shed a few tears, told me to be good and with a pat on the head left the kennels without looking back. I barked in farewell, but little did I know it was the last I would see of him.

I never found out what happened to my partner, whether he was dead, or safely reunited with his family, but one thing I did know is that I would never see him again. I knew because a few days after he left I was partnered up with a new human. At last I knew why the other dogs where how they were, this was not my partner, yet I knew I must put my life on the line for him every day. He wasn't an experienced handler, nor did he really know what he was doing at all. How did they expect me to teach him? I was torn between the abandoned and lost feelings. I was confused, why did he leave me here? Why didn't we both go home together? I did my best for the new handler, but my heart had already left. I was alive, yet dead on the inside.

My superiors noticed my change in heart and ordered me to the kennels so I could rest, though life locked up wasn't much better than it was searching. I could no longer eat or drink, only waste away till there would be nothing left. It wasn't long before I was sick and weak from heartbreak and lack of food and water. Only one seemed to care, a brisk but friendly young dog in the kennel next to me. He was a street dog one of the men had picked up on the road and brought back to camp. His name was Alta and I knew in him I would find a true friend. It was because of Alta I got back on my feet. In a few weeks I stood tall and proud beside the gate of my kennel, with a loud assertive bark, I let them know I was ready to work again.

A N e w C h a p t e r

With my faith in life somewhat restored I leaped back into harness with renewed vigor. If I wasn't doing it for me I would do it for my past partner and dogs like Alta, who were often used as practice targets in the enemy camps. The enemy could not be allowed on conquer. I saw to it that I played my part.

The next two years went by quickly, between work and talking with Alta everything seemed to fly by. I had since been placed with a more experienced handler and we made a good team. We did not have much attachment for one another but it wasn't long before a deep respect forged between us. I had saved his life on several occasions and he knew it well.

When the war ended, everyone started to pack up. I still searched anything coming in and out but the tension in the men was gone, everyone just wanted to go home. I shuddered as I remembered what had happened before but I tried not to think of getting left behind again. Though he was not as close to me as my past partner, he was both stubborn and fair. I was sure he would not leave me behind to die in this country.

I was right, he did not. Though a lot of the dogs were destined to stay with the rest of the men for another few months, I got to leave with my partner who I would live with till the day I died, and Alta, who was leaving with the man who had found him. The journey was long, but it did not bother me, for now I know that my plight is are over and upon arrival, there will be at last be a place I can call home.

I don't know what adventures my partner and I will stumble upon when we get off this plane, but I do know above anything that I am ready, willing and sure as anything; able to take on the job.

P r o f i l e

Name: Hyoota
Alias: Tah
Eyes: Blue and Brown
Age: Young
Paint Brush: Camouflage
Species: Canine
Breed: White Swiss Shepherd
Gender: Male
Coloration: White with cream saddle and mask
Personality: Caring, Optimistic, Thoughtful

I p o d

Brothers Under The Sun

I had a dream - of the wide open prairie
I had a dream - of the pale morning sky
I had a dream - that we flew on golden wings
And we were the same - just the same - you and I
Follow your heart - little child of the west wind
Follow the voice - that's calling you home
Follow your dreams - but always, remember me
I am your brother - under the sun

We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one
My brother under the sun
Wherever you hear - the wind in the canyon
Wherever you see - the buffalo run
Wherever you go - I'll be there beside you
Cause you are my brother - my brother under the sun

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