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Because he was a high-energy dog, he needed some regular running around, even in the office. He had a good supply of squeaky
        balls, and I would regularly throw a ball down the hallway. If he didn’t catch it on a bounce he’d invariably slide at the end of
        the hallway, sometimes by several feet, and sometimes even ending with a slam into the door at the end of the work hall.



















        As a K9 handler I qualified to get a jumpsuit issued to me. It was a custom fit thing, handmade by Blumenthal Uniforms in
        Seattle. Cost almost $500 bucks. It was awesome because it did not collect dog hair at all, unlike all the other police uniforms.
        Which is why when and if you ever see any pictures of police dog handlers, they are almost always wearing utility jumpsuits that
        are resistant to mud and dirt and dog fur and dog slobber.



















        Being a K9 Handler got me involved in a few drug raids, coordinated by the undercover and uniformed officers assigned to the
        Special Operations Group; a force manned by a half dozen cops from different local agencies. Their mission was to work big
        drug  cases  and  take  down  the  dealers  who  were  supplying  drugs  to  the  local  criminals.  The  SOG  had  their  own  private
        headquarters  in  a  secret  warehouse  location  in  Bremerton.
        They relied on patrol officers catching drug users out on the
        streets  who  would  be  agreeable  to  becoming  a  confidential
        informant in exchange for a lighter sentence. Most drug addicts
        would never consider becoming a “snitch” but some thought it
        was better than years and years in prison. The CI’s would share
        information about their dealers, and some of them would do
        controlled buys from their dealers, using cash supplied by the
        SOG undercover officers. The buys would be recorded and after
        several  buys,  a  standard  12-page  search  warrant  would  be
        approved by a judge and it would door-kicking-in time. The
        ultimate goal would be  to  get the drug dealers to cough  up
        information on their suppliers, and then go kick in their doors.
        Each level up would yield more cash and drugs; an ideal end to
        a case involved arresting big time dealers, usually in Seattle or
        Tacoma, and sending the whole case to a Federal Court.
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