Cold Case In Ellyson

My partner (and by that I don’t mean someone who sits in the car with me – I mean someone who works the same shift as I do) was our K9 officer. His German Shepherd was like any other dog, lounged around the PD, carried a stuffed animal in his mouth, liked to be scratched behind the ears..until he was called to duty. One word uttered from my partner, and it was ears straight up, body rigid, ready to ride…I talk about in my book how it was training with him…when I was the “bad guy.” This 90 pound dog ran after me at full speed (I had a head start), leapped into the air, grabed my arm (covered in a burlap padded sleeve thank goodness) and yanked me to the ground. It didn’t take long….for that moment when I thought to myself what the heck am I doing, letting myself be chased by Cujo, hell, volunteering for the job. In all the tussle I was unharmed, but I did have Stephen King kind of nightmares for a long time.