Have you ever wondered what it was like in Rome or Egypt or even Greece before they fell? What proceeded the fall into the abyss of social and cultural destruction? I think if one takes a good long look around today, the answers are not too difficult to discover. Before social decay comes moral decay. The time when wrong becomes NOT SO WRONG and then acceptable. We are not in that time. We are past it. In fact we as a society are so far past it that to crumble and crash is all that is left.

The world of the fastest and strongest has become so distorted, first man and now the beasts. Real Working Dogs have no place any longer, because real Working Handlers are almost extinct. The world has never been in such a need for dogs and handlers. Yet it has never been so misguided and full of fools, as it now is. Once not so long ago I had a very knowledgeable dog person tell me"The World And Its Inhabitants Will Get What They Have Worked So Hard To Get". You know they are.

The sport has caused not only the same decline in true Working Blood as the show ring, it has with its foolishness infiltrated both Military and Law Enforcement so deeply that even the truth is being shunned by those in charge. Its cancer will soon cause human lives. Even this I am afraid will not open the eyes of those that should see. The reason is there are too many in power that have too much of an invested interest to keep them from seeing. Too many little experts that will not be found with out merit, or at least not while they are in charge.

One has only to look around, To see how really dysfunctional things have become. We have incompetent handlers in charge of entire K-9 Units.Over seas as well as at home. These people are as intertwined in skullduggery as you can get. Yet it is too late to shake them loose. WHY? The reason is no one cares for the truth any longer.It is burdensome and causes one to think and be responsible. Reality was lost when fantasy took its place. We are living in a time of endings. It is not a sad time. It is a time of harvest. A time of strength. A time of faith. Those who do not desire the truth will soon lose its possibilities forever.

The true DOGS of WAR await the handler’s voice. Theirs is the early morning sunrise. The mist that caps the hill. No one from that world can handle them. I believe this more than ever. For this is the truth. Something they have forsaken long ago for effect in a fleeting moment.
©Mike McConnery-October 12,2003

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