At the completion of six weeks at the Arkansas K9 training center, Dillon and I certified as a team in detecting four major categories of narcotics. Dillon was eighteen months old. By this time we were the very best of buddies.
We rode together for eight and a half years, wearing out several patrol units. Adventure after adventure unraveled for us over the years.
One dangerously cold night during a manhunt after a jail break, we nearly drowned while crossing a log jam. We took care of each other.
When Dillon retired, I still had to work for several years. After I retired, Dillon traveled thousands of miles with us as we workamped around the USA.
However It was at the Lake that Dillon discovered boat riding and cat fishing. Dillon really knew how to kick back at the lake.
Manhunts, drug raids and getting ran over on the highway didn’t get him. The projected life span of most working dogs seems to work out at around ten years. At ten years of age Dillon went home with us, and retired from life as a working dog.
We buried my buddy today. Dillon was a few months over seventeen years of age, when he passed away in his sleep.