KING

King was a patrol dog I worked for the SP'S.
Walking around the clubs.. it was a breeze.
Breaking up fights.. no longer chasing Charlie.
It's like a vacation, was it work, not hardly.
But King was not too friendly.. not even to me.
And there were some times we did not agree.
Once he was bad and I jerked hard on his chain.
Off his head it flew as I stared at him in the rain.
110 lbs. of dog was growling.
I thought any second now I would be howling.
I whispered a prayer then said King.. good boy.. please don't bite me.
I'm sorry, good boy, I'm REALLY sorry.
I tried to put the chain slowly on his head.
This mistake could cost me his teeth.. is what I dread.
He growled but did not attack.
I proceeded to give him goodies without lack.
I was extra nice to him from that day on.
Till my short stay with law enforcement was gone.

KING IS THE FIRST DOG. THIS WAS TAKEN IN CAM RANH 1968,
THREE YEARS BEFORE I WENT TO VIETNAM. KING WAS ON
HIS 4TH TOUR WHEN I MET HIM. NO WONDER HE HAD AN
ATTITUDE.