I’ve started running the trails again, the ones that I used to run with PD Hondo.
People and dogs populate the trails in the warmer months, and, unless I’m working, I dislike crowds. Now that the weather is starting to cool off and the leaves are falling, I have the trails pretty much to myself.
To some, it may seem like a bad idea (from a safety point of view) that I’m running alone, but I take the necessary precautions of not wearing earphones, being alert and trail running only when it’s light out. I could take a human buddy, but my point in running is to do it solo.
No white noise, no talking, no music.
In that sense, PD Hondo was the perfect running partner. Not only was he a four-legged body guard, he’d keep pace and the two of us would weave through whatever trail took our fancy. The only noise was the sound of my shoes (his paws were mostly silent), my steady breaths and his slightly quicker panting.
Now, though, the only sounds are the steady beat of my runners and the occasional call from the two resident bald eagles that nest along one stretch.
It’s different than it was a year ago, but that’s okay. Life is pretty good these days, and I have a lot to reflect on.
I’ve got my health, my family & friends, and a pretty cool job.
Besides another canine partner, what more could a woman ask for?
Today was my first day off, and I spent the afternoon on South Granville.
Not only did I score rock-star parking (at $2.00 an hour), I got to watch my police brothers and sisters in action while they dealt with an arrest.
It was weird, watching them when they had no idea I was there. I was like many of the other passer-bys…but I knew what was going on, and it was really cool to see it from the ‘other side’.
The situation was well in hand, so there was no need for me to offer assistance or interupt the proceedings. Everything was under control by the time I happened upon the scene, and the officers were like a well oiled machine – professional, well spoken, compassionate.
It was pretty cool, and made me really proud to a part of what those officers stand for.
Well done, guys & gals.
During my last few years in the Dog Squad, I had thought my career would progress on the expected path of developing the skills required for promotion to Sergeant.
What I did not expect was the drastic turn my personal life would take when we lost my husband’s sister to cancer last year. Her death rippled through my husband’s large family and it affected everyone. This wonderful woman left behind a dearly loved husband and four chersished daughters.
Promotion to Sergeant was suddenly low on the priority list. Writing became near impossible. Exhaustion was ever present.
We grieved as a family and we grieved by ourselves. Our children had never been exposed to the loss of a loved one. My husband, who has always been my constant supporter, needed me to be the oak tree – strong and unbendable, able to support our family through an extremely difficult time.
I was like an oak tree.
Because I, in turn, had my own grove of oak trees – my fellow dog handlers, fellow officers and friends.
Hondo’s cancer diagnosis was a direct kick in the gut.
On the heels of everything else, my first thought was, “Really? You have got to be kidding. No.”
I miss him.
My temporary assignment to an investigative squad was arranged well in advance of my departure from the Dog Squad.
I’ve been working in this investigative spot since the beginning of January but have been given the green light to pursue another avenue within the police department.
It’s an avenue that I’m very passionate about, and one that is very important, especially in today’s world.
In a sense, this green light signals a fresh start.
I begin on Monday.
I’ll fill you in then.