disorder. Dogs get PTSD just like people.”
Scott felt himself flush, and opened the gate to hide his irritation. He wondered if Mace and the other handlers spoke about him like this behind his back.
Scott said, “Hey, Maggie, how’s it going?”
Maggie stayed on her belly with her ears folded back, which was a sign of submission, but she stared into his eyes, which possibly indicated aggression. Scott slowly approached her. She watched as he came, but her ears stayed down and she issued no warning growl. He held the back of his hand toward her.
“You a good girl, Maggie? My name is Scott. I’m a police officer, so don’t give me any trouble, okay?”
Scott squatted a couple of feet from her, and watched her nose work.
“Can I pet you, Maggie? How ’bout I pet you?”
He moved his hand slowly closer, and was six inches from her head when she bit him. She moved insanely fast, snarling and snapping, and caught the top of his hand as he jerked to his feet.
Mace shouted, and charged into the run.
“Jesus! She get you?”
Maggie quit her attack as quickly as she bit him, and once more lay on her belly. Scott had jumped back, and now stood three feet away from her.
“Dude, you’re bleeding. Lemme see. She get you deep?”
Scott pressed his handkerchief over the cut.
“It’s nothing.”
He watched Maggie’s eyes move from him to Mace and back, as if she had to watch them both because either might attack.
Scott made his voice soothing.
“You got hurt bad, big girl. Yes, you did.”
He squatted again, and held out his hand again, letting her smell his blood. This time she let him touch her. He spread his fingers through the soft fur between her ears, then slowly stepped away. She stayed on her belly, watching him, as he and Mace backed out of her run.
Mace said, “That’s why she’s going back. Leland says they get fucked up like this, they’re never right again.”
“Leland said that?”
“Voice of God.”
Scott left Mace washing out Maggie’s crate, and walked back through the offices, and outside, where he found Leland on his way back.
Leland said, “You and Quarlo ready to get to work?”
“I want the German shepherd.”
“You can’t have the shepherd. Perkins is gettin’ Spider.”
“Not Spider. The one you’re shipping back. Maggie. Let me work with her. Give me two weeks.”
“That dog’s no good.”
“Give me two weeks to change your mind.”
Leland scowled the Leland scowl, then grew thoughtful again and fingered his leash.
“Okay. Two weeks. You got her.”
Scott followed Leland back inside to get his new dog.
5.
A few minutes later, Leland resumed his position outside in the spare shade cast by the building, crossed his arms, and watched Scott James work with the dog. Mace stood with him for a while, but grew bored, and went inside to get on with his duties. Leland said little. He watched how the man and the dog related to each other.
Inside, before they came out, Leland walked Scott back to the shepherd.
“Take her out back, and introduce yourself. I’m gonna watch.”
Leland walked away without another word, and waited outside. After a while, Officer James came around the far side of the building with the dog on his lead. The dog was on James’ left, which was the proper position, and did not try to range from him as they walked, but this proved nothing. The dog had been trained by the United States Marine Corps. Leland did not doubt the excellence of her training, which he had witnessed himself when he evaluated her.
Officer James called over.
“Anything in particular you want me to do?”
Me. Not us. There was your problem, right there.
Leland answered with a scowl. After a while James withered under Leland’s scowl, and went on with it. He made a few ninety-degree left and right turns, and trotted in left and right circles. The dog was always in perfect position except when they stopped. When they stopped, the dog lowered her head, tucked her tail, and hunched herself as if she was trying to hide. Officer James seemed not to notice this, even though he glanced at the dog often.
When Leland was sure James was concentrating on the dog, he slipped a black starter pistol from his pocket, and pulled the trigger. The starter pistol fired a .22-caliber blank cartridge, and was used to test new dogs for their tolerance to loud, unexpected sounds. A dog that freaked out when a gun went off was of little use to the police.
The sound cracked sharply across the training field, and caught both the dog and her handler by surprise.
James and the dog lurched at the same time, but the dog tucked her tail, and tried to hide between James’ legs. When James looked over, Leland held up the starter pistol.
“Stress reaction. Can’t have a police dog that shits out when a gun goes off.”
James said nothing for several seconds. Leland was about to ask what in hell he was looking at when James stooped to touch the dog’s head.
“No, sir, we can’t. We’ll work on it.”
“Long strokes. Start at her neck and run your hand back to her tail. They like the long strokes. That’s the way her mama did it.”
James stroked her, long and slow, but he glared at Leland instead of relating to the dog. This set Leland off into one of his tirades.
“Talk to her, goddamnit. She ain’t a stick of furniture. She is one of God’s creatures, and she will hear you. I see these goddamned people walkin’ dogs, yakking on their phones, makes me wanna kick their sissy asses. What they got a dog for, they want to talk on their phones? That dog there will understand you, Officer James. She will understand what’s in your heart. Am I just shouting at the grass and dog shit out here, or are you reading what I am telling you?”
“I’m reading you, Sergeant.”
Leland watched him stroke the dog, and talk to her, and then he shouted again.
“Obstacles.”
The obstacle course was a series of jumping barriers and climbs. Leland had taken her through the course five times, so he knew what to expect. She was fine with the climbs, made the low jumps easily, but when she reached the last and highest barrier, a five-foot wall, she balked. The first time Leland took her through, he assumed her hips hurt because of her wounds or her strength was gone, but he stroked her and spoke with her, and when they tried again, she clawed her way over, and damn near broke his heart for trying so hard. Officer James brought her to the high barrier three times, and all three times she hit the brakes. The third time she splayed her legs, spun toward James, and snarled. To his credit, James did not jerk her lead, raise his voice, or try to force her. He backed off and talked to her until she calmed. Leland knew of a hundred other things Officer James could have done to help her over, but overall he approved of James’ response.
