Wednesday was a quiet day, with routine chores at the station. Back in their homes, they’d slept little and risen early, and with only three hours of sleep they both arrived grumpy Thursday evening for an off schedule nighttime SAR training. The hounds sensed their moods and were difficult. They balked at searching, and Cinnamon began growling and snapping at Blood in a way that only bordered on playful. They finally separated the dogs and calmed them down.
“For a minute I thought we were going to have to call a dog whisperer,” Dane said, half in jest, half serious.
“The thought cropped up in my mind, too,” Bear admitted, thinking of the famous man who could work with almost any difficult dog and bring them into what he termed a calm, submissive state. “Of course you know what a whispere
