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And I learned that I had to calm down my normal style of driving. I had not realized how sharp I routinely took corners and did
U-turns in traffic until I heard Kilo sliding around in the back and thumping into the seat and doors and partition walls. So for
his sake I smoothed out my cornering.
I also noticed that Kilo learned what certain turns and hills and speed bumps meant to him; when we were getting close to the
police station or home, or some of the fields where I’d run him, I’d see him get up and stick his head out the window, he knew
when we were getting close to a destination he was familiar with based just on what combination of turns or road conditions he
was recognizing.

In the very back I had my usual gear and equipment, and a box for Kilo’s
leashes and toys. Also visible here on the right side there is a black lock box
that was bolted onto the floor securely; that was where I kept my stash of
official training drugs. I had small quantities of heroin, some cocaine, some
crack cocaine, and some meth crystals. I was the only one with a key for
that thing and I was required to not lose any of it, ever. The drugs came
from local criminals that had been caught with them. To be sure about the
purity, we had the drugs sent off the state crime lab and they confirmed
they were indeed the drugs we thought they were. I had about 20 grams of
crystal meth, which I divided into several smaller heat sealed baggies, so I
could train Kilo with 1 gram of meth, or 10 grams, or 15.. All of the different
drugs were heat sealed in clear plastic, and I carried them separately in
airtight containers in the lock box so there would be no cross
contamination with each other.