Each week, we publish a blog on our force intranet site profiling a different officer or member of police staff.
Police Dog Bear was in the ‘Meet a Colleague’ spot this week, and with hits to the page going through the roof, we’re sharing his interview with you here on our website.
I am a 4-year-old General Purpose Police Dog. I am a German Shepherd and was born in Holland. I came over on a boat with my mate Scooter (who is also an A&S police dog) when we were both 1. I then stayed at Bower Ashton for a few nights before being taken home by my new Dad, where I have lived ever since.
It all depends really. I wake up when it's light and then have to wait really quietly until the back door opens. That means Dad is awake and I can start spinning around in my kennel. I always go for short lead walk and then come back for my breakfast. Sometimes I go to work, sometimes I go for training, and sometimes I just go for a few long walks.
I always get to go to work with Dad and I have my own kennel at home to do what I like. I mainly enjoy lying around and barking at birds and cats.
Nights and not always getting to eat on time. I get really tired on nights, but on rest days I am full of beans. Dad isn’t always as energetic.
“Not naturally very bright”, but “hard working” and “extremely handsome”.
On New Years Day dad told me to bite a man carrying an axe in a park. I was a bit scared but I did it and Dad joined me, took the axe off the man and then got really excited with me. He put on this really silly voice and gave me my ball. He’s a bit weird sometimes.
To never age and to stay with Dad forever.
I really like watching birds from my kennel and like to bark at the window cleaner. I also enjoy family walks with my two dog brothers, who live at home and sleep on expensive sofas (as soon as Dad goes to bed). I also enjoy seeing people approach the back of the police car, I lay there quietly and then suddenly bark. I love seeing them jump..
I was searching for a bad person in a garden once and there was a pond. Well, I didn’t know it at the time as it looked like grass. I ran over to it and Dad shouted to me, but it was too late, I was in it. It was deep and smelly. But I was fine once I got back in the car and shook it all off. It stuck to the walls, but I didn’t care much.
I love the bones, treats and bits of roast dinners that Mum feeds me on the quiet. Dad doesn’t always know about it though.
Lots of cats, rabbits, roe deer, some squirrels, perhaps even a pheasant or two “it would be quite a feast”.
Balls, balls, balls. No I mean it, Balls.
Any of the cast of the musical “Cats.” I’ve always fancied going under cover.
I can always hear Dad and I almost always understand, sometimes I just choose to ignore.
I always wanted to be a Police Dog, it’s almost as if I was bred for it!
There aren’t too many decent 4-year-old actors around who would be up to the part, the long hours or capable of the stunts and training, so I don’t know really.
Chewing my kennel, kicking straw all over the patio and jumping on the trampoline.
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