The Shepherd shook with stick vigorously, making soft growling noises as his head waved back and forth. With a sharp snap the stick broke in two. The puppy whined and dropped, frustrated that he had broken his play thing again. At the same time, he felt proud. It had been a pretty big stick, and he was happy that his jaw had been strong enough to break it. His tongue slipped out of his black muzzle and he scanned the ground for another larger stick.Wileus E. Scott, better known as Wiley, (or so his shiny new collar said) was due to begin his Police Dog training in a few weeks. At his father's advice, Wiley had been practicing and training as much as he could. He wanted to make his father and his future handler proud. Wiley was determined to be the best dog on the force! Faster, stronger, smarter, and better than any dog had ever been before!
But there was one thing Wiley had not been able to practice: fighting. His parents were too big to be good playmates, and so far he had not met another pup who wanted to play-fight. Wiley's ears flicked back at the thought of not being able to fight. What if the kicked him out of training? What if he could never be a police dog? The puppy quickly shook these thoughts out of his head. Always keep a level head, that's what his dad said! Wiley took a deep breath and gave himself a sharp nod, resuming his search for the perfect stick to challenge.
