K9 Quotes

Where are the dogs?" I asked. "At training," he said. "I have a friend who's an expert dog trainer, and he's giving them some stealth lessons. He used to work for a local K-9 unit." I didn't think it was in the Chihuahua genetic code to ever be stealthy.

You buy Willa a cheap engagement ring that all the women are bitching about and then buy her a twenty-thousand-dollar dog trained to be a K-9, and she doesn’t even know you bought it for her protection?” “Yeah.” “Shade’s right; you are a dumbass.

I’d been the best leaper in K-9 class, which had led to all the trouble in a way I couldn’t remember exactly, although blood was involved.

Under fire, trying to get a fugitive out of Honduras: “Their pilot hopped out of the cockpit to allow them entry room. Pack sent Keto [Belgian Malinois K-9] up first. Then he dragged Triandos up. The prisoner’s head pinged off every step on the way up. His head struck the bulkhead as Pack flung his bulk into the cabin. ‘I know there’s a protocol,’ Pack thought, ‘but whoever wrote it was never in this situation.

Welcome to my life.

To avoid detection, the Doctor had attached a device called Randomiser to his TARDIS, his plan being to outfox the Black Guardian by popping up randomly all over the place. Neither Romana nor K-9 had the heart to tell the Doctor that that was pretty much what he did anyway.

The best dog training was based on the reward system. You did not punish a dog for doing wrong, you rewarded the dog for doing right. The dog did something you wanted, you reinforced the behavior with a reward - pet'm, tell'm they're a good dog, let'm play with a toy. The standard reward for a K-9 working dog was a hard plastic ball with a hole drilled through it where Leland liked to smear a little peanut butter.

We have a saying in K9: "If you put three dog handlers in a room, the only thing that two of them will agree on is that the third is wrong.

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I tried to assure Mike [Veteran Durham K9 Unit Trainer] - and myself- that I wouldn't be as clueless. "I'll know more with the next one. I won't make the same mistakes." Mike shook his head. He knew better. "If I had every dog in front of me that I'd ever worked with, I'd apologize to each of them.

When you lost a heart dog, you didn’t just put that love away. It stayed with you, and pain from that loss, though blunted, could still cut deeply.

my husband is a retired K-9 officer.

Being buried alive was not how this day would end. Not if she could help it.

She scooted up tighter and kissed him, hearing the stomp and rhythm of lust pulse in her blood. A rhythm as primitive as time.

She kissed him tonight, just like she had the first time twelve years ago, with everything she had.

Autumn McCaw drew in a comforting breath of hay and rough-and-tumble dogs, thrilled to finally be part of something she believed in.

The heady demand from her lips has me instantly reacting, listening to her command like a trained K-9.

Forgiveness isn't for the wrongdoer. It's for the wronged. To free them from the oppression of unforgiveness and ensure their heart stays in a state of humility with God.

Grace is when you make a mistake, and the other person chooses to overlook it. It’s forgiveness and forbearance mixed together

knew who they were, what she’d

In the kitchen, refilling my glass." Peters's voice carried through the kitchen doorway. "You people drive me to drink, and I can't do it on the job.

She had no idea what she was asking. If he tried to help her, he knew what would happen. He'd have a mission again. A reason to reconnect with the world. And connections meant pain.

Few people win consistently, so the tax situation shouldn’t matter. But one overriding thing about gamblers is that they always think they are going to win, despite years of evidence to the contrary.

driven him insane, he’d latched onto Sharp’s offer to join his PI firm like a K-9 on a bite sleeve. For the last two months, he’d been Skywalker to Sharp’s Obi-Wan. Lance shifted position, stretching his

Since the advent of the iPhone, people seem to think it is more important, and maybe more fun, to photograph and record life rather than actually live it. I see that as unfortunate for them, but it has definitely been a boon to police investigations everywhere.

But there are no criminals here Just people surviving against all odds Multi and never ending circumstances of racial repression Class war accompanied with post-traumatic stress syndrome-like symptoms Marshal law-like conditions Magic trick tactics transforming Brown and Black pearls into perils with K-9’s searching the perimeter Face filled with hate abra cadabra cop smiles with a gun and a badge The bullet is faster than the eye Judges able to devour justice with a single courtroom motion not missing a crumb Now you have your freedom then you don’t

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There was something compelling about him. And it was more than the tall, dark and handsome thing he had going for him, or the adorable dog who followed him around. It was the eyes, she realized. The way they'd fixed on her, given her one hundred percent of his attention. A psychologist's trick, surely, but it had felt personal.

If you train your explosive dog using a half-ounce target scent, it will miss one pound of the same material because the scent pictures of a half ounce and a pound are different. For humans the scent is the same -a bit stronger or weaker- but for the dog it is the difference between making a detection and not. You need to plan for this and reinforce using targets of different sizes and weights.

People who think they need high-pressure methods or tools—pinch collars or electric appliances—to train a dog have no clue how to train a dog well. Training, both as a hobby and as a profession, should be pleasant for the dog and the handler. It should be a successful learning process that yields progress for both parties. If training becomes a torment for the handler or the dog, then both parties are on the wrong track.

While I was at a huge disadvantage, I realized Solo had an advantage here that he didn't have at the local kennel club. Law enforcement handlers don't expect their dogs to get along. Most of their dogs have an edge. Every dog was on lead coming and going; each dog worked separately. The warehouse rang with another warning I would become accustomed to: "Dog in!" or "Dog out!" For me, that warning was a comfort. A standardization of practice that would benefit me greatly. Working Solo, I wouldn't have to keep my eyes peeled for a shorthaired pointer to come bounding over off lead. Soon enough, Solo realized the same thing: With cops and Crown Vics around, he started to ignore sharp barks and growls and dog-permeated air. I didn't have to apologize for his personality. To the police K9 handlers, Solo wasn't a sociopath. He didn't even qualify as a jackass.

He opened his mouth to respond, but another cart crashed into the side of his. “Imagine bumping into the two of you here.” It was Hugh. Of course it was. “Are you stalking me?” Theo demanded, glaring at Hugh, who just looked amused. “Me?” he gasped, a meaty hand pressed against his chest. “Me stalking you? How do you know I wasn’t here first? Maybe you’re the one stalking me.” Theo narrowed his eyes. His glare could convince armed criminals to back down, but Hugh just kept grinning. “What were the two of you talking about?” Hugh leaned on the handle of his cart. “Were you harassing our nice, non-spitting waitress again, T?

What do you think?” Summer said. “I think they’re full of shit,” I said. “Important shit or regular flag-rank shit?” “They’re lying,” I said. “They’re uptight, they’re lying, and they’re stupid. Why am I worried about Kramer’s briefcase?” “Sensitive paperwork,” she said. “Whatever he was carrying to California.” I nodded. “They just defined it for me. It’s the conference agenda itself.” “You’re sure there was one?” “There’s always an agenda. And it’s always on paper. There’s a paper agenda for everything. You want to change the dog food in the K-9 kennels, you need forty-seven separate meetings with forty-seven separate paper agendas. So there was one for Irwin, that’s for damn sure. It was completely stupid to say there wasn’t. If they’ve got something to hide, they should have just said it’s too secret for me to see.” “Maybe the conference really wasn’t important.” “That’s bullshit too. It was very important.” “Why?” “Because a two-star general was going. And a one-star. And because it was New Year’s Eve, Summer. Who flies on New Year’s Eve and spends the night in a lousy stopover hotel? And this year in Germany was a big deal. The Wall is coming down. We won, after forty-five years. The parties must have been incredible. Who would miss them for something unimportant? To have gotten those three guys on a plane on New Year’s Eve, this Irwin thing had to be some kind of a very big deal.

Just so you know, the only thing keeping this dog from tearing you to pieces is me, so I suggest you stand still, very still, and tell me what I want to know.

Not necessarily a good leader or even adequate for the Detachment, the new Lieutenant was, however, proving to be good at mainly just looking out for his own best interests, something not lost on the First Sergeant or the rest of us.

Not all skirmishes or small battles begin with shouted cries, clashing swords, or gunfire. Sometimes they just begin with a frustrated First Sergeant staring at the back of a less than stellar leader and muttering, "You have got to be f_____ kidding me." as that less than stellar leader is walking back to his quarters.

Aren't we as a society better, stronger, when we have these best examples of humanity to rest our hopes on? And aren't we better when we can look at the failures of humanity and vow, 'Never again'?

A Doberman Pinscher can sometimes spontaneously run riot, often even leaving the field entirely. After a short time, he will come back with an amazed look in his eyes and happily jump on his desperately calling handler.

We hardly find traces of information about their presence. One didn't take notice of the dogs, because their presence was taken for granted.

Bless the brave and courageous. We honor those that sacrificed their lives. Let us affirm now that in our future, such courage can be utilized to changing our world for the better and not for war. Thanking all the servicemen, women and K-9 that have given the ultimate sacrifice for your country.

of peanut butter

an empty playground. Kids would find it after dinner, dick around with it, and that would be that.

This could be our

He’s bleeding. Bad.

There were no curbs or sidewalks on this street,

toenails skittering across the hardwood floor.

booties to protect his feet.

Henry VIII wondering which wife to behead.

high school sweethearts. They say those relationships never last,

Standing, she gestured toward the ground in front of him and gave the command specifically used for evidence detection: "Seek." She expected Robo to put his nose down and start working a grid. They'd done it before in training. But he didn't. Robo raised his head, sniffed the breeze, and then turned to stare at her, his body rigid, his ears pricked. Mattie's heart rose to her throat. was Robo refusing her command? Dismay immobilized her for a few seconds.

God, I can't take anymore. Please. Hold me together.

the

She had to admit that sometimes she wondered if it might not be easier to remain a loner rather than to get tangled up in the messy affinity of love and family.

The killer could have sent it, so it looked like she was alive.

I really want a beer. If a wink and a smile will hurry it along, I know Cara won’t mind. She understands a man’s need for beer. It’s been a hell of a few days.

enough

You people drive me to drink, and I can’t do it on the job.

We can go faster than this. But if you tell me to pivot, you get to carry the rest of your stuff in here solo.

reaction

everything went to hell in a handbag.

he took up biking.

couple of Mont Blanc pens

He’s gone? Then why can’t I look?” “Just be patient. They’re almost done.” His hold relaxed as Hugh reached up and patted her on the head. Her mouth dropped open. He actually patted her on the head. Like she was an obedient toddler or a puppy who’d learned to sit on command. After the all clear, she was so going to punch him. Hard. In his stupid, too-appealing face.

I have the past four years of Tattered Hearts on DVD.” Sitting up, she sucked in an excited breath. “At my house.” Slumping down again, she gave him her best hungry-puppy look. It wasn’t as effective as his, but it seemed to get her what she wanted from Hugh a little over half the time. “Can you bring them here on a day I’m not working at Nan’s? Please?” “No. They’re for residents of my house only.

Hugh grunted. "I didn’t even get that promise. All I got was a ‘mind your business.’ Obviously, she’s forgotten that everything is my business—everything interesting, at least. My curiosity is hungry and must be fed. Otto? Anything from the lovely Sarah?

After watching her for a few broody seconds, Theo started back toward their table

They were just restless.” “Restless? Is that another term for avoiding arrest?” “What? No!

Theo tied off the top of a full garbage bag and then lifted it out of the container without any visible effort. Although the play of his muscles didn’t fascinate Grace as much as if Hugh had been the one flexing, she couldn’t help but watch. A balled-up paper towel hit her on the side of the head, bouncing off harmlessly. Grace turned narrowed eyes on Hugh. “That better have been clean.” “It was. Mostly. Now stop drooling over Theo and pay attention to me.

She grinned at him and he quieted abruptly.

He waved at a red pickup—one that looked old in a ready-for-the-junkyard way, rather than in a classic-car-show way—parked behind Jules’s SUV. A shepherd-type dog sat in the passenger seat, watching them with huge, pricked ears. “Why?” “No reason.” A rustling sound made her jerk her head around, but it was only the wind making leaves dance across the road. “Uh-huh,” Hugh said, not sounding as if he believed her. “Was someone bothering you in there?” “She wasn’t sure how to answer that. Although she would’ve sworn she heard someone outside her dressing room, she was starting to think that she was imagining things. After all, the past several days would’ve messed with almost anyone’s sanity. Since she didn’t want to consider that she couldn’t trust her own senses, she changed the subject. “What are you doing out here?” “Just…more errands.” For the first time since she’d met him, Hugh didn’t answer with his usual cocky confidence. Instead, his gaze darted to the side as he slid his hands in his pockets, looking like a strangely appealing combination of naughty boy and confident man. He snuck a glance at her, and she raised an eyebrow, making him huff and swing a hand toward the pickup. “My truck’s right there. I had to walk by here to get to it.” “Uh-huh.” She echoed his skeptical sound from earlier. “Do we need to have the stalking-is-bad talk again?” “I’m a cop, not a stalker,” he said with exaggerated patience. “I arrest stalkers.” “Might want to check out your house.” “What?” She smirked. “It’s looking a little see-through and glassy to me.” “What?” “Glass house? Throwing stones?” Lips pursed, he eyed her for several seconds. “You’re not very good at telling jokes.” “I’m an excellent joke teller!” Grace huffed. “Uh-huh.

So..." His eyebrows wagged teasingly, "Wanna make out?

Oh, I can keep up.” He sounded like he was back to his usual self. “We could run all the way to Denver, and I’d still keep up. In fact, I could run even faster than you, much faster, but I don’t want to get ahead of the handler.” “Hugh.” She gave him a sharp look, knowing why Theo always seemed to be at the end of his patience.

It used to be peaceful around here, especially in the winter. Not so much anymore.” “Yeah, ever since Jules and the kids arrived—” Hugh started, but Theo cut him off. “The bombs didn’t start going off until Grace arrived.

Kit blinked. Theo’s girlfriend and Hugh’s girlfriend were having an affair? This small-town policing had a lot more drama than she’d expected.

me and the kids get to step back and,

Richard Starkey … aka Ringo Starr.

If you keep this up, I’m going to have to race you, and we’ll both lose, because I’ll be puking and you’ll be limping and Theo will yell at us.

Kit rolled her eyes at Sarah, making her laugh. “As I was saying, Otto’s so wonderfully quiet. He’s definitely my favorite.” “favorite.” “He’s mine, too,” Sara said mock-seriously, giving a blushing Otto a huge smile as he handed her a glass of water. “Mine, too,” Grace called, shrieking with laughter as Hugh immediately started to tickle her.

Kit rolled her eyes at Sarah, making her laugh. “As I was saying, Otto’s so wonderfully quiet. He’s definitely my favorite.” “He’s mine, too,” Sara said mock-seriously, giving a blushing Otto a huge smile as he handed her a glass of water. “Mine, too,” Grace called, shrieking with laughter as Hugh immediately started to tickle her.

Proud that her voice had wobbled only slightly, she topped off Theo’s cup and then dared to look at the men. That was a mistake. They were all staring at her. Only the one Megan had called Hugh was smiling, but all three were watching her with assessing gazes.

Although Hugh forced his eyes to open with obvious effort, he was so pale there was a green undertone to his tan skin. “What…are you…talking about? You’re the…lazy one.” “Give me your hand.” Theo was almost snarling by this point. He’d lost so much this past year. He knew, just knew, that he couldn’t survive losing Hugh. If Theo let another partner die, that would be the end of him. “Hugh, you fucking asshole! Give me your goddamned hand!” There was a pause, just a single second of stillness, but long enough to make Theo’s heart stop. “Such language.” Hugh tsked, his voice weak but present, the hint of a teasing smile on his face. He slowly raised a visibly shaking arm. Relief flooded Theo, making his heart thud with such force it felt like it was pounding against his rib cage.

I have to leave you for just a second,” he explained, guilt clawing at him at the misery on her face. “I’ll be back as soon as I grab the tool we need.” “No,” she said, her voice catching on the word. “Don’t come back. Leave. I’ll wait for the bomb squad. Don’t sacrifice yourself for me.” In response, Theo took her face in both hands and kissed her hard. “No. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Be right back.

They were just restless.” “Restless? Is that another term for avoiding arrest?

It wasn’t just a cop; it was Jules’s boyfriend. He didn’t have any nefarious purpose for being there, other than to score a kiss and breakfast. However, her still-vibrating nerves caused a surge of annoyance. “Does every cop in town just walk into this house?” she muttered beneath her breath. Theo must have had ears like a bat, since he glanced at her sharply. “Who else was here?

Even after a mere eight days in the house, Grace knew it was no use talking to either Theo or Jules when they were in lovey-dovey land, so she turned to make a face at the kids. Dee giggled, Ty pretended to retch, Tio concentrated on measuring French toast, and Sam gave her the tiniest smile—which made Grace want to throw her arms up in victory.

Staring into her coffee cup, Grace wondered how this had happened. How had she gone from her wonderful, sparkling life to where she was now, sitting in a VFW-turned-diner in the shrinking town of Monroe, Colorado, and dreading her upcoming shift at a dog kennel? “What’s wrong?” No. Please, no. Grace pushed her coffee out of the way so her forehead could hit the counter with a thump. Why do you hate me, God? “Are you sad because Oliver’s evil twin cheated on Constance with Tatiana?” “Stop!” Sitting up abruptly, Grace covered her ears and glared at Hugh. He looked all amused and hot and cheerful sitting there on the stool next to hers—right next to hers—and that made her even crankier.

You like it?” Posing with her free hand on her hip, she gave him her best sultry-model face. If she had to be stuck wearing wet coveralls and too-large rubber boots, then she was going to own the look. He chuckled, although his gaze heated as he took her in. “Oh yeah. It’s kennel chic.” “Right.” Dropping the pose, she frowned at him, trying to figure out why he was looking at her like he wanted to eat her.

A lucky shot to the groin, and then a knee to his face.” Hugh’s arms tightened around her. “Nice. Good job, Kick-Ass Gracie.

But life is a good thing. I’d like to keep mine, thank you very much.” “It’s perfectly safe. A baby could climb that tree.” “Then maybe you should’ve brought a baby with you.” “Chicken.” “You could’ve brought one of those with you, as well, although I’m thinking that even a chicken would see the flaws in your brilliant plan.

Her entire life had been destroyed because Noah gave bad directions.

Opening her mouth, she turned to say something to Hugh, but the look on his face knocked all the words right out of her head. Instead, all she said was, “What?” “What?” he threw back at her. Of course he did. Because having a conversation with Officer Hugh Murdoch was like trying to discuss things with a twelve-year-old. And, for whatever strange reason, it turned her right back into a twelve-year-old as well, fighting the urge to stick out her tongue or kick him in the knee. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like that.” “What?” “That… Okay, this is stupid.” She didn’t even know what her initial question had been anymore.

What the hell are you doing here?” Rudely snapped out of her Hugh daze, Grace snapped her head around to look at Theo. “Visiting local businesses?” Hugh offered, but Theo just glared. “Getting some ice cream?” That was the second time he’d mentioned ice cream in the past hour. Hugh must be getting hungry. He handed the gun and the bullets he’d removed from it over to Theo, who deposited them in his pocket without dropping his scowl. “Finding a quiet place to make out?” Grace flushed and was instantly annoyed at herself for turning red.

No.” Theo stopped, turning that too-intense gaze on her, and she struggled not to look away. “If Jovanovic is after you, then I don’t want you anywhere near Jules and the kids.” “But…” Once again, her life was spinning out of control. After the world’s worst dinner party, all she had was a tiny bedroom in a dilapidated house that she shared with a surprisingly endearing family. Now, the threat of Martin Jovanovic was going to take even that away from her. Of course she didn’t want to endanger Jules or her siblings, but that was supposed to be her safe house. Now, she was cut adrift again, and this time, there was no safe place. Her voice came out embarrassingly small. “But that’s where I live.” It wasn’t until Hugh’s arm circled her that she realized how close he’d gotten. Although a part of her figured she should step away and put some distance between them, a much larger part of her wanted to lean against him and take advantage of the comfort he offered. Although a flicker of sympathy softened Theo’s expression for a moment, his tone remained firm. “We’ll find somewhere else for you to “live until we figure out what to do about Jovanovic.” The “we” surprised her. “You’re going to help me?” “Yes,” both men chorused.

Before she could apologize, though, she realized that Theo and Otto were hiding smiles. Distracted by the rare grins on Dour and Dourer, the words died before they could leave her mouth.

Turning her head, she met Hugh’s amused gaze, and she bugged her eyes out at him. In response, he smirked and gave a tiny shrug that she translated as “That’s just Theo.” Holding back a snort of laughter, she refocused on the conversation.

She and Jules were in the middle of a martyr-off, apparently.

Otto’s a better person than I am. I would’ve hit him at least once.” “Me too.” All the horror of the past days came rushing back as she stared at the man who’d caused so much of it. “In the junk.” Theo barked a surprised laugh. “You know, Grace, I didn’t think I’d like you at first, but you’re growing on me.

Although Grace knew that she should resist, that Hugh wasn’t taking her seriously, and that she needed to get him to promise he wouldn’t almost die for her ever again, she was unable to stop herself from leaning in until their faces were just inches apart. “And I’m out,” Theo said. Startled, Grace tried to jerk back, but Hugh’s grip tightened, holding her in place. Despite his injuries, he was surprisingly strong. Theo gave Grace a reproving look, and she dropped her gaze. “I know.” She shot a quick glance at Hugh before sheepishly meeting Theo’s eyes again. “I folded. Sorry. It’s that puppy-dog look…” When his disapproving scowl didn’t waver, Grace, like the chicken that she was, tossed out a guaranteed distraction. “Jules is here.” With a shake of his head that expressed his disappointment in her lack of staying power against Hugh’s puppy eyes, Theo stalked to the door. “I don’t need to watch what’s coming.” “Not when you can go find Jules and have a make-out session of your own, right?” Hugh said slyly. Turning, Theo gave Hugh a severe look. Grace would’ve crumbled under that glare, but Hugh merely met Theo’s gaze with “with raised eyebrows and a smirk. Their stare down lasted an uncomfortably long time before Theo’s mouth twitched. “Maybe.” He left the room, closing the door behind him with a sharp thump.

She must’ve been silent too long, because Hugh spoke again. “That’s fine if you want to.” She sucked in a breath as the words stabbed her heart. “I’m sure I’ll learn to like it there. Maybe I can be a motorcycle cop like in that eighties show. It might be fun to be able to grow oranges in our yard, too. Whatever you decide, we’ll work it out.” He pressed a kiss to her neck as he tucked her closer to him. Giving his head another stroke, Grace blinked back surprised—but happy—tears. She hadn’t expected that he’d offer to move to California with her, rather than make her choose between him and her old life in LA.

My friend Jimmy Warcloud told me I should take a walk and make friends with my fear because my fear would always be there, we might as well get along.” “Interesting.