Tuesday, July 5, 2011
On July 5, 1991, Perfesser Chaos and I -- just engaged, still in graduate school -- counted out five fifty-dollar bills and came home with the better end of the deal.
Within a week we were semi-desperately looking for a bigger job for the little German shepherd we'd brought home to be our backpacking companion and my teaching assistant.
Within two months we were setting up puppy SAR runaway tasks, more or less with puppy in one hand and instruction book in the other.*
Within four months we had found our first SAR unit, and been informed that we'd somehow avoided ruining our puppy, who looked to be a pretty good SAR prospect.
Within a year (!) Lilly had fielded on her first search, and made her first live find. Precocious, much?
Over a decade of working partnership, thirteen and a half years of wisdom and tolerance and gentle companionship. Over half my SAR career under her tutelage.
Thank you, Lilly. Thank you for the last twenty years of my life.
*NB: I recommend this route to no one.