David began what he laughingly calls his career in police dog handling in 1981. Things were different then. One day he may write a book about it, but this isn’t it.
This is Major’s book.
It is definitely not based on real events or real people. Or real dogs. It is fiction. Definitely. But some of this stuff you just couldn’t make up, could you?
Major is a German Shepherd Dog. Like most police dogs he is arrogant and more than a little self-centred, with a strong sense of natural justice and a stronger sense of humour.
He enjoys nothing more than taking down his criminal prey, and knows that selling meaty lumps in tins is a diabolical conspiracy.
He despairs at humans’ inability to use their senses, although his handler, Noddy, gets by with his help, and he regards most police dog instructors as superhuman (except the ones that are schafsköpfe).
Major tells of how and why he signed up, and of his first winter fighting crime. It is an epic saga of one dog’s battle against human pond-life and a lurcher called Wendy, in four-dimensional space-time. Amongst other things it features a pitch invasion, a fire extinguisher and a Chindit. Oh, and people get bitten too.
Don’t expect a who-dunnit, or even a why-they-dunnit.
This is better; this is a how-a-police-dog-dunnit.
If you’ve ever wondered what it was like to be a police dog in 1981, this is the book for you. If you haven’t, you don’t know what you’re missing…