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back to the sticks the next day. A lot of it was to avoid popping up on the 'radar' and getting forced out of theater.
I have both a pet dog and a Service Dog. My pet dog Shomali...I brought her back from Afghanistan. I always said that, if I got her home that I'd spoil her rotten for the rest of her life, and here she is. She was kind of a wander up, fire base dog. There were three dogs that were recognized and allowed to stay in the compound. At least they were allowed by our team, if not by official policy. She hated Afghans. She barked the minute she smelled someone so she was a good alert dog. She would also hear the rockets long before we could. She would hide for two reasons, one from thunderstorms and two from rockets coming in. So, when she hid it was usually pretty obvious whether there was a thunderstorm coming or not...so we knew otherwise to get ready.
I would call her a Darwin Dog or a Taliban Hound. Everything about her seems to be an evolutionary thing for the climate and environment she lived in. You can see features in her from the traditional Afghan Hound, she is brindle and double-coated, and she has a lot of the pattern markings of an Anatolian Shepard. One of my interpreters, when he saw her, said she looked almost perfectly like this breed that came to Afghanistan from Japan and was this fierce guard type dog that would guard royalty. He was saying that you don't see this sort of dog here anymore...like she really is purebred.
The other dog was the attack and guard dog. He didn't make it. The third one was pretty much like a therapy dog. She was a feel good, love on her type of dog. She died over there as well. So, I said I'd get Shomali home, whatever I'd have to do. So, I traded some favors and was in touch with the Minister of Agriculture to get a certificate allowing her to leave the country. I got a SPECOPS Veterinarian over there who was willing to get me a health certificate on her and
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