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Which reminds me – as fierce as he looked, Kilo was actually quite the loverboy. I’m sure he had been tested to be an
attack/tracking/patrol dog but he no doubt flunked the part about chasing and biting people; he was too gentle for that. But
there were many times I’d wish that he could just at least growl on command and look mean to some bad guys who deserved it.
He also had a habit of leaning when people petted him; he’d totally just lean onto anybody’s legs; people who were really into
dogs would then say “Oh he’s a leaner!” which was a thing, apparently.

He also liked shredding things; fortunately it was limited to just a few things like pizza boxes, or balls of crumped paper. When
I tossed him a ball of paper or cardboard, he’d oblige and go into his Mobile Biological Shredding Unit mode and tear it into a
lot of wet little pieces, to the great amusement of anybody watching.

Now because it was important for working dogs to not be shy about jumping up onto counters or cars or decks or anything, I
kept Kilo well exercised in doing that. I could get him to jump on just about anything within reach with a simple snap of my
fingers in the general direction. Only once did he misread me and interpret a casual hand wave as a “JUMP UP HERE” and to
my great horror, he once suddenly jumped up onto the head librarians’ counter at the high school library, completely knocking
over and destroying a small tabletop zen sand garden display she had.