Today my husband and I went to the Military Working Dog Kennels to visit our soon to be dog. He was very excited to see us, and we spent lots of time in the yard playing with him. He seemed to respond more so to my husbands "command" voices, but kept with me, I assume, because I have a softer touch. I assume I will be the one spoiling him! I cant wait to take him home in a few weeks! We are so very looking forward to giving him the retirement he deserves!
While we were there, I had a slight brain lapse, and agreed to "Catch" one of the dogs. This was not going to be our dog, as they are phasing him out of aggression. "Sure!" I said. "Honey, the camera is in the truck..." and off I went to be suited up! The suit probably weighs half of what I do, and I had to have two of the handlers help me into it.
As I attempted to run from this particular dog, more like, waddle, I thought to myself "this is a bad idea" and BAM down I went. The dog caught me by the arm, and twisted me to the ground. I can only imagine how much this would have hurt had I not been suited. I decided to do this two more times, and on the third take down, his handler had the dog drag me, for what felt like five minutes. Laughter ensued in all who were watching this. I thought it was a great experience, but have no desire to do it again!
The idea was so that I can see the dog's capabilities, which are similar to the capabilities of the dog we will be taking home. I have a lot of respect for these animals and their handlers, and I am sure my take down will be talked about all day long...
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