Part of a dog"s charm during deployment rests in the simple fact that the dog is friendly. Who better to tell your problems to than a dog? She won"t tell anyone else, and she won"t judge. Even just touching a dog, being around one, has been shown to have myriad health benefits, including lowering blood pressure and reducing stress levels.
"These dogs are there for you and will listen to you and will keep you company in what may be one of the worst places in the world. These dogs make your days over there a lot less lonely," says Thompson.
That accounts in part for why so many stray dogs in Afghanistan become an intimate part of the everyday lives of troops. "She"d just sit there with us the entire time, and if anyone wasn"t doing well, she"d put her head on them and just close her eyes," Marine Corporal Ward Van Alstine told the San Francisco Chronicle San Francisco Chronicle, of Chloe, the stray he ended up adopting after his deployment. "She was the one thing that, no matter how bad the day was, she was our best friend."
A dog makes the most foreign situation seem a little more normal. Think about a time when you were in a new city or country, and you felt a little lost, a little upended. Then you saw a dog, and if you like dogs, you probably felt a bit more at home. If you got to make the dog"s acquaintance, all the better.
Not all military working dogs can be good companions for the troops they"re supporting. Some dual-purpose dogs are too unpredictable. What may seem like a friendly gesture to you-like reaching out your hand to pat a dog"s head-could be interpreted as a threat. After all, these dogs have been trained to attack in certain situations when someone raises a hand. Some dogs can"t tell the difference between those scenarios and what"s intended as a friendly fireside ear rub. your hand to pat a dog"s head-could be interpreted as a threat. After all, these dogs have been trained to attack in certain situations when someone raises a hand. Some dogs can"t tell the difference between those scenarios and what"s intended as a friendly fireside ear rub.
But many dual-purpose dogs, and the vast majority of single-purpose dogs, provide a vital form of companionship on deployment. "Even if they"re terrible at explosives, afraid of gunfire, and just have to sit around and color all day, a dog may do funny things that make time pa.s.s for everyone. It"s comforting," says Gunny Knight.
The army even uses specially trained stress-therapy dogs, notably Labrador retrievers, to help deployed soldiers relax and cope better with the stresses they endure. Just by virtue of being their affable canine selves, these members of army combat stress teams can make a difference in how the rest of a soldier"s deployment may go.
But the deepest levels of friendship are between dog and handler. They can be together almost 24/7 while deployed to remote areas with no kennels-and even on FOBs that have large kennel operations, if the handler chooses. More often than not, these dogs sleep in or near the handler"s cot. Some dogs crawl right into their handler"s sleeping bag; others curl up on the foot of the bed. Where there are no chow halls, they"ll eat with the handler. Many even end up following their handlers into the shower.
Some will say that the best time in a soldier dog"s life is during war. Instead of being with a handler only a few hours a day back home, and often not at all on weekends, in war they"re almost inseparable.
"You know this dog so well, and he knows you," says Marine Sergeant Mark Vierig, whose story opened this part of the book. "Deployment seals it."
41
FOXHOLES
For more than a month in early 2011, Vierig slept in foxholes every night in the Upper Gereshk Valley of Afghanistan. Vierig and his combat tracker dog Lex were supporting the Third Battalion Eighth Marines Second Platoon, which was safeguarding the construction of the first paved road in the Helmand Province from Taliban attacks. As road construction moved on, so did they, and the marine found himself digging a new foxhole every few days.
It was a cold, wet time of year and rained heavily, daily, almost all day and all night long. Gore-Tex rain gear protected Vierig somewhat by day, and at night he"d take refuge in a sleeping bag in his muddy foxhole. The hole was like a shallow grave-about three feet deep, six feet long, and two feet wide. He also dug a connecting circular hole next to the part of his foxhole near his head. This was for Lex and his backpack. From the air, the whole setup would look like the letter P.
Every sopping night Vierig would sink into the foxhole to sleep and would get Lex in to bunk next to him to keep relatively dry. He"d prop up his rifle under a camouflage tarp so the rain would run off and not flood their refuge. Rocks kept the outside of the tarp in place. Every night Vierig would wake up at least a couple of times to scoop water from a deep hole he"d dug at the foot to collect water so his foxhole wouldn"t flood. He"d prop up his rifle under a camouflage tarp so the rain would run off and not flood their refuge. Rocks kept the outside of the tarp in place. Every night Vierig would wake up at least a couple of times to scoop water from a deep hole he"d dug at the foot to collect water so his foxhole wouldn"t flood.
But when Vierig awoke in the middle of the night, Lex was rarely in the foxhole. It was baffling the first time it happened, but the marine raised the tarp and looked outside and found his dog. This would go on every night during those wet weeks. "He"d just be standing there, in the rain, just standing guard over me." The dog did not sit, but stood, head erect, large triangular ears at attention and focused for sounds, eyes peering into the darkness for any sign of intrusion. His coat was soaked with rain, but he stood riveted, n.o.ble.
"I"d tell him, "Hey you, come on in here!"" and the dog would leave his post and go to his subterranean room-at least until Vierig fell asleep again. When Vierig would wake up a couple of hours later ready to scoop more rain with his empty half-plastic water bottle, Lex would be back up on volunteer duty.
Did Lex sleep during this time? "I wondered that a lot. I asked him "When do you sleep, dog?" He spent a lot of sleepless nights watching over me."
As Lex protected Vierig, so Vierig protected Lex. "Would I sacrifice another human life to save him? I would not. But I"d do everything in my power to save him." It"s a common refrain among military working dogs handlers. The Department of Defense may officially consider military working dogs to be equipment, but most handlers-while they know that"s the bottom line-see things quite differently. "My rifle is a piece of equipment," says Vierig. "But I don"t feel the same about my rifle as I do about my dog." handlers-while they know that"s the bottom line-see things quite differently. "My rifle is a piece of equipment," says Vierig. "But I don"t feel the same about my rifle as I do about my dog."
One day during their month of foxholes, Vierig and Lex joined another platoon for a short mission. Everyone else had already dug in, but Vierig was a newcomer, so he got to work digging his foxhole into a barren, rocky hill. It was the full six feet long but barely over a foot deep when insurgents fired an 82mm heavy recoilless rifle in his direction. The explosive round hit thirty feet from Vierig, although it was likely aimed at a nearby tank.
Without thinking, Vierig grabbed Lex by the scruff of his neck and threw him into the foxhole. Then he jumped down and covered Lex"s body so the dog wouldn"t get hit. Most of Vierig"s body protruded from the semi-dug foxhole, but he had his flak and Kevlar and figured he was a lot less vulnerable out in the open than Lex would have been.
Suddenly another explosion rocked the earth just fifteen feet away. Lex remained calm under Vierig. "When stuff goes down in a situation like that, dogs know what"s going on. They"re like, "OK, this is serious.""
Then out of nowhere, man and dog started laughing. It"s incongruous, Vierig knows, but it"s the only way he can describe it. There they were, face-to-face, nose-to-nose almost, in this vastly dangerous situation, and Lex gave Vierig a look that seemed to say, "This is a most ridiculous position we"re in, don"t you think?" If you had been an insurgent and you saw this up close, you would have thought they were going a bit mad. As a former professional bull rider, Vierig has laughed in the face of danger before. "But it"s a lot better when you"re with your dog."
42
REX ... AND CINTE
In civilian life, the idea is that you stay with your dog until death do you part. Unfortunately, too many people don"t, which is why shelters are so overcrowded, but that"s another story.
By contrast, in military life, handlers play a game of musical canines. They get a.s.signed a dog for a set period-a deployment, a year, a few years, depending on their specialty and the luck of the draw-but it"s generally not a pairing that lasts a dog"s career. Handlers switch dogs, dogs switch handlers, all depending on the jobs that must be done.
Kennel masters often try to match dog to handler, but sometimes a handler gets stuck with whatever dog happens to be around and available, and the match can be downright dreadful. Some pairings stay that way for the duration. But as any dog lover can attest to, dogs have their ways of working themselves into people"s hearts. Military dogs are no exception.
When Army Sergeant Amanda Ingraham learned she had been a.s.signed to work with Rex L274 in 2008, she was aghast. "Of all the dogs, why him?" she wondered.
The army had tried to pair the four-year-old German shepherd with other handlers, but no one could work with him. You had to yell to get him to do anything. He chased everything that moved, from wild mules in Arizona to rabbits in Texas to squirrels in Virginia. Being a specialized search dog (SSD), he worked off leash, and chasing critters while looking for IEDs was not an option.
But Ingraham seemed to be the only person the dog would listen to even remotely while training. For instance, once during night training, Rex was doing nothing she asked, and in frustration she yelled, "Good G.o.d, you can"t even sit sit!" And he sat. It was a rare command that he would obey. Another time, she told him to come to her. He was on a footbridge twelve feet above her. Most normal dogs would run off a footbridge to get to their handler. Not Rex. He jumped straight down twelve feet to his sergeant.
The man in charge said the dog was hers.
Specialized search dogs stay with a handler longer than most other dogs stay with their handlers. Stints of four or five years together are not uncommon. After spending a couple of months with Rex, Ingraham was counting the days until her contract with the army was up, especially after the dog led her dangerously close to faux explosives. And more than once. "I"d be right on top of it by the time I saw it. He showed no change of behavior like he"s supposed to. I"d have been dead if it were the real deal." She was almost certain she would not reenlist in eighteen months. She couldn"t bear the thought of spending more time with this wretched dog.
The two eventually headed to Yuma Proving Ground for predeployment training. They were to go to Iraq together. The thought made Ingraham queasy.
One day Rex once again led her right on top of an IED, and she was yelling at him, pushing him on to sniff out more and do it right. He refused to do anything. He just sat there, as if on strike. "I was yelling as much as I could yell. I said, "What"s the matter with you? You want me to ask you was yelling at him, pushing him on to sniff out more and do it right. He refused to do anything. He just sat there, as if on strike. "I was yelling as much as I could yell. I said, "What"s the matter with you? You want me to ask you nicely nicely?"" She has no idea where the words came from. The very notion struck her as ridiculous, since he had never responded to anything but yelling.
But she gave her next command in the kind of polite tone you reserve for speaking with people who are listening. "Rex, get on," she told him, which meant for him to go out away from her and search. He did just what she asked. "Get over," and he"d go left or right, depending on her arm signal. "This way!" and he came bounding back to her. She was shocked. Thrilled. He looked proud. From then on, she would rarely have to raise her voice again. They had come to a meeting of minds. Whether handler broke through to dog or dog broke through to handler didn"t matter. There was common ground. They were starting to speak the same language.
That night, Ingraham let Rex sleep on her bed in the hotel. She"d heard it was good for creating a bond, but she"d never felt like letting the big beast up there. Rex weighed ninety-six pounds. (Ingraham often wondered how she would manage to lift him over her shoulder, as handlers sometimes have to do downrange.) It was the first time anyone had offered Rex such a privilege. He didn"t know much about beds. He fell out of bed almost immediately. He decided that sleeping crossways was a safer option, and Ingraham couldn"t budge him. So she joined him, head on one side of the bed, feet at the other.
"The next day, he was like a brand-new dog," she says. That day Rex was the star of the school. He went hundreds of meters from Ingraham during one exercise and gave a big enough change of behavior that she could see what he was doing. Instead of barely showing a subtle tail movement, he wagged hard when he found the explosive. She didn"t have to yell at him once. No one could believe it was the same dog. Ingraham during one exercise and gave a big enough change of behavior that she could see what he was doing. Instead of barely showing a subtle tail movement, he wagged hard when he found the explosive. She didn"t have to yell at him once. No one could believe it was the same dog.
In a few weeks they deployed to Iraq, supporting various units and missions over the coming months. Rex"s nose was strong and his drive to sniff out explosives stronger. Units frequently requested his help because he was such a good worker, and also because he was big and not the traditional breed of dog that works as a specialized search dog. Those are usually sporting breeds, like Labs, since the job doesn"t require a biting dog, just a good sniffer.
Enemy soldiers aren"t terribly scared of Labs, and for good reason. Around the world they"re seen as the friendly dogs they generally are. Some Labs might do serious damage if a handler were in trouble, but these dogs don"t have the ferocious reputation German shepherds and Malinois do. To have a huge shepherd like Rex doing the job of a Lab just added to his popularity among the platoons. Just the sight of him might send the bad guys running.
But what insurgents didn"t know was that as big and scary as Rex looked, he was a gentle giant. He had failed out of aggression training at Lackland because anytime he bit someone wearing protective gear during practice, and they yelled or screamed in response, he immediately let go and seemed to look concerned and sad. You could imagine him saying, "Sorry, mate. I thought we were just having a bit of fun. I hope you"re going to be all right." Nevertheless, when he broke off a tooth during an aggression exercise, the vet replaced it with a glistening t.i.tanium one.
But gradually people at Lackland realized this dog was about as aggressive as a deer. "The only thing he used that t.i.tanium tooth for was eating his food," says Ingraham. as aggressive as a deer. "The only thing he used that t.i.tanium tooth for was eating his food," says Ingraham.
Rex"s sensitivity made him an informal therapy dog for deployed troops. "He"d always find the one soldier who was having a hard day and hang out with them," says Ingraham. But his favorite therapy was to cheer up down soldiers by getting them to play with a water bottle. After all, he liked playing with water bottles, so it would seem natural that others would, too. He"d run up and bonk the soldier with a water bottle (empty or full, it didn"t matter). Or he"d sit next to him crunching the bottle and periodically banging it against the soldier who was blue or scared. Eventually the soldier would take the bait, and a grand game of tug-of-war or a big chase would ensue.
Rex"s sensitivity also proved helpful in scouting work-something he came by accidentally. One day Rex was with a platoon in a field with gra.s.s much taller than his head, and he was sniffing for explosives. Ingraham and the other soldiers got information from a drone above that someone was hiding in the field. A few minutes later, Rex yelped and ran back to Ingraham. It was a behavior she had seen during training, when someone had hidden and startled him. She knew that same thing had just happened in the tall gra.s.s. "I was able to tell a couple of people with me where the man was in front of us and how many steps to the left or right he was." They apprehended him, and Rex got a tennis ball. Another time he sniffed at something in a barn the same way and looked at Ingraham with such a scared expression that she knew there was someone hiding under the hay.
It wasn"t heroic, but it got the job done.
But gentle as he was, he would have killed for Ingraham. She was climbing out of a ravine when she lost her footing and fell to the ground. An Iraqi interpreter reached down to help her and was leaning down close to her. Rex took this the wrong way and charged the man, growling and barking ferociously. Ingraham was able to call off Rex before he did any harm. Rex would even stand guard at the shower trailer, barking protectively while she was in there. was climbing out of a ravine when she lost her footing and fell to the ground. An Iraqi interpreter reached down to help her and was leaning down close to her. Rex took this the wrong way and charged the man, growling and barking ferociously. Ingraham was able to call off Rex before he did any harm. Rex would even stand guard at the shower trailer, barking protectively while she was in there.
She credits their successes on missions and on base to knowing each other so well. "We wouldn"t have been able to do half of what we did without the bond. I knew almost every move he made. I could read almost every emotion in his face. You learn to read everything, and they learn to read everything about you. It got to the point where if I sat, he sat. If I lay down, he lay down."
Rex was still a stubborn dog with others. He wouldn"t take commands from anyone else, no matter how nicely they asked or how much they coerced. He was a one-handler dog. "Sometimes if someone told him to do something and he was with me, he"d just open his mouth and wag his tail and look back at me like he was laughing at them."
While deployed, Rex and Ingraham were together day in, day out. He spent nights on her bed, or on an extra bunk next to her, or curled up on some bedding below her bed. During the day, if she happened to be working at a desk while at FOB Warhorse (one of the better living conditions during their deployment), Rex would sleep on a giraffe bed Ingraham had bought online. Rex is probably the only deployed dog who ever slept on a dog bed with a giraffe print and a squeaky giraffe-shaped head sticking out of the top. He liked to play with its head for awhile, chomping it to make it squeak, until he got tired and plopped down for a good nap.
Every night before bedtime, Ingraham would lean down close to her dog and tell him, "I love you, Rex. Everything from your big feet to your stinky breath." And he"d drift off to sleep. to her dog and tell him, "I love you, Rex. Everything from your big feet to your stinky breath." And he"d drift off to sleep.
Early in their deployment, Ingraham decided that she would reenlist. If all went well, she would be able to retire at about the same time Rex would be retiring, after a couple more rotations together in Afghanistan. "I would adopt him and he was going to live on my couch in Waverly, West Virginia." It was a perfect plan.
Their Iraq deployment done, they went back to the States, where they were stationed once again at Fort Myer, a small army base next to the Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia. It was very hard for Ingraham to leave Rex back in the kennels every night. She provided him with a dog bed (something most dogs don"t get, partly because so many would chew it up) and visited him frequently, even on days off.
While there, they went on some presidential missions together, making sure the coast was clear for the chief executive and his entourage. At one event at Fort Myer, scores of wounded warrior soldiers and veterans showed up. It was one of those times Ingraham realized what a special dog she had.
Although the dogs don"t search people at these events, any wheelchairs have to be searched, because they can"t go through scanners. "It"s sensitive, because you know what they"ve been through." Of the three dogs present, Rex was chosen for the duty because of his gentle nature.
"The first wheelchair came in, and instead of searching, Rex just walked up to the man sitting in it and laid his head on the man"s lap and looked up to him." Ingraham realized this was Rex"s way of signaling to her that there was nothing to worry about with this one. After Ingraham a.s.sured the soldier the dog was friendly, he gave Rex a pat on the head and moved on. This happened with every person who came in a wheelchair. Rex even gave soldiers on crutches special attention, but essentially ignored the uninjured. "He knew the wounded warriors. As always with him, he seemed to sense who needed the most care. I was so proud watching him." man"s lap and looked up to him." Ingraham realized this was Rex"s way of signaling to her that there was nothing to worry about with this one. After Ingraham a.s.sured the soldier the dog was friendly, he gave Rex a pat on the head and moved on. This happened with every person who came in a wheelchair. Rex even gave soldiers on crutches special attention, but essentially ignored the uninjured. "He knew the wounded warriors. As always with him, he seemed to sense who needed the most care. I was so proud watching him."
In early 2011 Ingraham got word that they would be heading to Germany for a few months, with the idea that a deployment to Afghanistan would follow. She was excited that soon she"d be able to spend 24/7 with Rex again, even if meant their lives would be at stake with every step they took outside the wire.
But on March 16 she went to check on him in his kennel and right away she noticed something was amiss. There was foam in his water bowl and the dog didn"t look right. She took him outside, where he pa.s.sed up a chance to eat food, which was not like him. He made efforts to go to the bathroom, but he couldn"t. She let him off leash, and instead of running exuberantly, he lay down by the fence. She took his tennis ball and threw it down the field, but he didn"t move. She began to realize that something was terribly wrong.
She took the dog straight to the vet, where he was given several tests and screenings, including X-rays and ultrasound. Blood work was done. Everything came back OK.
They returned to the kennel, where she watched him all night. "I tried not to panic, because he picks up on everything I do." Around 9 "I tried not to panic, because he picks up on everything I do." Around 9 A.M. A.M. his heart rate jumped, and he started throwing up. The vets, who had left base, came back for him. They did all the tests again and still couldn"t see anything. The vet called several different vets in the area, and they decided to send Rex to Fort Belvoir, about forty minutes away. There was a surgeon there. More tests there, same results. The surgeon said, "Let"s go in and see what"s going on inside." his heart rate jumped, and he started throwing up. The vets, who had left base, came back for him. They did all the tests again and still couldn"t see anything. The vet called several different vets in the area, and they decided to send Rex to Fort Belvoir, about forty minutes away. There was a surgeon there. More tests there, same results. The surgeon said, "Let"s go in and see what"s going on inside."
Ingraham opted to stay in the room with her dog. "You"d rather see everything that happens to your dog." She could read the vet"s face before the vet said anything. Something had twisted deep inside of Rex, and his colon was gray, essentially dead. The vet worked tirelessly to save Ingraham"s dog, but in the end, there was nothing more he could do. (A military veterinarian I described Rex"s condition to said it was not bloat, but likely a very rare, fatal condition called mesenteric root torsion.) The veterinarian decided at that point that Rex would not come out of his anesthesia. Ingraham burst into tears. The vet administered the dose of euthanasia solution. Everyone left the room so Ingraham could be alone with him. She tried to keep it together, for his sake. She kissed him, stroked his head, and talked to him like old times.
Then she leaned down, snuggled into his fur, and told him, "I love you, Rex. Everything from your big feet to your stinky breath."
And he drifted off.
Less than a month later, and still raw from the loss of Rex, Ingraham learned that the army had a.s.signed her to work with a new dog, Cinte M401. She was aghast. "Of all the dogs, why him?" she once again wondered.
She had seen the Belgian Malinois in the kennels and had been grateful he was not her dog. The four-year-old dog was clearly slow on the uptake. Much to Ingraham"s dismay, he bonded with her almost immediately, following her around and always wanting to nuzzle up to her. But she didn"t want him touching her. She was still aching from losing Rex. And besides, this dog was just annoying.
Her mother said to give it time, said she thought this sounded like a nice dog, but Ingraham knew she"d never like this dog.
In autumn of 2011, when we last communicated, Ingraham and Cinte had been in Germany for a couple of months. And as her mother predicted, Cinte was starting to grow on Ingraham. "His quirkiness has found a place in my heart."
Here"s what she wrote me about this dog: "He"s a bit skittish so everyday noise is a challenge full of new things for him. For example, he was searching a box and he touched it and it moved, so he jumped like a cat onto a cart next to him as if he"d never seen a box move before.
"As he searches, every time he finds what he"s looking for he gets this shocked look on his face that seems to say, "OMG did you know that was there?" Also he tends to overthink things as simple as a command of sit.
"Then, there are children. He is terrified to the core. Even if the children are at a distance he will hide behind me or try to run as far away from them as he can, often without looking where he is going and running into anything in his path. He is a challenge but every day holds new surprises and it"s never dull.
"Cinte is very clumsy and careless when he runs or fetches his toy and has repeatedly smashed his snout, so we are looking to make sure some of his issues aren"t medical. He"s a great dog and knows his job and loves doing it, but he seems to have a harder time doing it when compared to the other working dogs. His nose is weaker than any of his breed we have seen, but he seems to know and works harder. In a deployment situation I would trust him; he has no problems finding the ma.s.s odors of IEDs and other caches, but he may miss a single magazine of ammo. make sure some of his issues aren"t medical. He"s a great dog and knows his job and loves doing it, but he seems to have a harder time doing it when compared to the other working dogs. His nose is weaker than any of his breed we have seen, but he seems to know and works harder. In a deployment situation I would trust him; he has no problems finding the ma.s.s odors of IEDs and other caches, but he may miss a single magazine of ammo.
"It may be a while before we are proficient enough to go to Afghanistan, but when we go, it will be a good deployment."
43
ALWAYS AROUND
The kind of tender relationship Ingraham and Rex developed, and the kind that seems to be blossoming with her and Cinte, is not unique to this war.
Robert Kollar was a handler with the Fifty-eighth Infantry Platoon Scout Dog Unit in Vietnam, during 196869. He was based at Camp Evans and given a German shepherd named Rebel. According to the Vietnam Dog Handler a.s.sociation, there were fifty-two dogs named Rebel who served in Vietnam. Few fates are known, but at least five were killed in action, four were put down because of their injuries, one retired, and one died of heat stress. That was Kollar"s dog, who died three weeks after Kollar, who was a sergeant, returned home.
He remembers so vividly when he and Rebel would be dropped off to walk around the jungle for five days at a time, walking point, and how it seemed like you were always a.s.signed to a unit where you didn"t know anybody. You"re on the point in front of strangers, and so in all senses it"s just you and the dog. In the monsoon season and the dead heat of summer. On good days and bad-like the night Kollar was part of a night ambush, but he could not keep Rebel up. The dog just would not stay awake, and Kollar had to keep pulling him up to keep watch. It"s all about teamwork, of course, but in this kind of work the team is less you and the patrol, more you and the one other soul in the world who, after weeks or months together, understands who you are and what this is all about, and that when you put on the scouting harness the real game is about to begin. Kollar was part of a night ambush, but he could not keep Rebel up. The dog just would not stay awake, and Kollar had to keep pulling him up to keep watch. It"s all about teamwork, of course, but in this kind of work the team is less you and the patrol, more you and the one other soul in the world who, after weeks or months together, understands who you are and what this is all about, and that when you put on the scouting harness the real game is about to begin.
"With Rebel I was always going to his hooch," Kollar remembers. "What a sweet dog. A real p.u.s.s.ycat. Not aggressive at all, but then he didn"t need to be. I was always going to see how he was doing; I"d sit with him, talk to him, we"d listen to the audioca.s.settes from home. He was my main man. I don"t know how else to tell you. A dog like that is a real friend; it"s also the one link you have with home."
In between patrols, which might last for days, Kollar would work with the dog constantly, to keep him tuned, to keep the game going. They would practice basic obedience and hand signals, and they might go down the "training lane" to see what had been planted, to keep the dog razor-sharp. Kollar found the ritual of taking care of the dog each day helpful and morale-boosting.
It"s been forty-three years since Kollar worked with Rebel, but he"s never forgotten it, and of the fifty or so photos and mementos hanging on the walls of his bedroom, eight or nine show Rebel. And Kollar"s got his collar and choke chain mounted.
For Kollar, "Rebel is always around."
He likes to point out the photos of him and Rebel that appear on Michael Lemish"s Web site, k9writer.com. One page features photos of handlers and their dogs from different wars.