notes from the field
In Loving Memory of K9 Harlej, Killed in the Line of Duty
Last night, was the night as a K9 handler you train your heart for but are never truly ready.
I lost my K9 partner Harlej early this morning doing what he loved.
As Jelka was approaching the ball she was hit by a Ford F-150. I can still hear the sound as if it was yesterday. I came running around the corner and I saw my partner running to me with her back left …
Zeus is so much a part of the culture and environment of Brownsburg High School that his picture was placed in the staff section of the yearbook.
Sitting in a dry creek bed, wearing the equivalent of five winter coats, I could feel the sweat dripping down my face as I heard the dog rapidly approaching.
The only option was surgery, there was no way I would give up on him. After all, he had never given up on me or anyone in the community we served.
After about ten to twelve years, it’s usually time for a military working dog (MWD) to retire. Unlike us, they don’t get out and start celebrating life immediately.
Eager to train my new partner as often as possible, we learned that training facilities were not close, and were often out of state.