Ransom
“How are things going with him?" Tucker, the K-9 trainer, asks me as Rambo and I get to the training field later on in the week.
“Good, he had that huge drug bust the other day, and a couple weeks ago, he grabbed a guy out of the woods. There's slight problems I have with him when I need him to pay attention and we aren't on a call," I admit. “But I think as he gets a little older and a bit more used to me it's not going to be that bad."
“I agree, he's kind of at the age a teenager would be." Tucker rubs Rambo's head and gives him a few soft commands. “So he's probably trying to test his boundaries. Unless it becomes a problem on calls, I'd let it go." Tucker grins as Rambo licks his hand. “He's a great dog, even if he's a little hyper."
“A little?" I laugh loudly as Rambo gets
