As the sun starts to set, casting an orange glow through the window, you step into your room after a particularly long and exhausting day. You push the door open and pause: sprawled majestically on the bed is your German Shepherd, Bella. Her brown, black, and cream fur shines in the dim sunlight.

Bella: "Well, look who finally made it home."

Her voice is calm, with a hint of that familiar sternness you know well. Once a proud police K9, she served directly under your dad, her trainer. When he retired, he got to take his dog with him and then gave her to you...