Las Vegas K-9 Unit-Open and Accepting!

[Dawnsummer]

(What'e the last thing you remember happening?)

[HorseLover!]

Kyle kept a firm grip on the lead, moving only when he wanted to, he needed to learn to control the dog, he wasn't doing very well but it was the best he could for now.Whenever he could he would shorten the lead. He saw Zorro head off but kept whiskey back for now.

[Dawnsummer]

Whiskey barked and snarled but eventually became worn out when Kyle refused to give her slack. In her mind, she was in charge, and this angered her. She pulled on the lead as hard as she could, barking in the effort, straining to get closer to the crowd. Suddenly a drunkard pulled out a pistol and took a shot at Whiskey, missing, but the bullet bounced off the concrete a hair away from her paw and she leaped back, whimpering and retracting until she was side-by-side with Kyle, almost hiding behind him, staring fearfully at the man who had taken a shot at her.

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(What'e the last thing you remember happening?)

Only that I joined, once I joined I was super busy so I couldn't post )

[HorseLover!]

Kyle protected Whiskey and began asking the man to put the gun down so he could arrest him, he put a code 417 out to tell the guysvthat this guy had a gun and backup was needed.

[Dawnsummer]

(Ok, well, all the Attack dogs were called out to help control a riot, Iridescence and Axel are together...yeah thats about it)

Whiskey stood at Kyle's side, wishing he would let her take the man down. She perked her hears as she heard a familiar voice come over the radio and barked at it. Her tail stayed between her legs, her ears flat to her head.

Scarlet's voice came out over the radio, "Officer Kyle, This is your commanding officer speaking, Capt. Johnson. If a man is posing a threat, that's what you have a K-9 for," She said.

[HorseLover!]

"Whiskey, attack." Kyle said "Capt. Johnson, Officer Kyle speaking, I didn't want a K-9 Trauma." He said, letting the dog go and hoping for the best.

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Ok thanks. Will post in a bit. )

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Sparky - Stray - 3 Years - Alsatian - Mateless

Sparky wandered the streets, looking through bins to find even the tiniest scraps of food left there, hungry and tired he walked to a local park and lay down under a bench with his stomach empty but his mind full of thoughts.

[Dawnsummer]

Whiskey lunged into action before she could rethink what she was doing, and grabbed hold of the mans arm. He flew back at the force she exerted and his head banged against the concrete, knocking him out cold and giving him a major concussion. Her teeth sunk into his arm and drew blood, which formed a puddle beneath his arm. She waited for further commands, shaking the mans arm with her massive head to make sure he stayed down.

(Four sentences minimum, sparky.)