By sundown, the sloppy troops patrolling the valley between Jimmy and me and the next ridge were tired, irritated, and hungry. About a half-hour befor... dusk, a flatbed grumbled and coughed its way over the ridge from the village and into the valley laden with food. I could smell a popular Afghani soup, bread (naan), and plenty of spices. Our mouths watering, Jimmy and I took the diversion as an opportunity to break open our MREs while the noise wouldn't matter. MREs next to the fresh cooking I. The trolley was pushed through some double doors into a large room of about 100 similar cages she was wheeled along rows of dogs and into where #69 belonged. Either side of her was a dog to her left was a large Dalmatian and to her right another she studied them closer, the one on the left was male the one on the right female.“Well we shouldn’t waste time lets start our first treatment”Kristal opened up a latch told her to turn around, she struggled but eventually faced the back of the cage and. The arena was almost crowded with a lot of males in the stands watching. I wore a battle dress uniform with no weapons. Every female turned as I entered and walked straight to the center of what they called the battlefield. That was like shouting, “I am the best and will take any that wish to face me.”There were growls as several started for me. I bowed to the first as she stopped, “thank you for the honor.”She shifted and growled. She was not wearing her translator but I understood and smiled. Black mud, rust, grease, and other unidentified stuff streaked his skin, it was going to take a lot of horse shampoo to get that scrubbed off. Reluctantly, Arthur told the ranger that the rumor was correct, though dirty and smelly, he was, at least educated. She looked conflicted for a moment, maybe deciding if such a filthy animal could be capable of rational thought. Then she made up her mind, nodded quickly, and gave Arthur the good news. He would be her assistant in the scout’s wilderness.