Hubby was with me at the time though we did not live together in 2008. I asked God to give me a sign he was mine. i called him by his name when he was in the park with his owner: he chose to come to me right away instead of her. First hour with him. I , a bit bitterly, adopted him. he was underestimated we always said of him all his life. It does not matter, everyone: he was much much loved. And he knew it. The cops who wanted to adopt him and made the owner send him to us, would have driven him crazy.

This dog had a deep deep anxiety issues. They NEVER make wise happy cop dogs. He was a student of mine in a past life. I am so fucking glad I got him and she, the old owner, CHASED me down to give him to me for free she was so desperate he would never ever be a cop dog.

He was just what Doctor Buddha had ordered for me: a student as a pet. the only one. the kind of dog who often feels a bit annoying in his dog traits to you here and there, and that you scold a bit much here and there when you are tense, just enough so he learns to feel safe even if I yell. He turly was a better dog than student. i am not being harsh, ama la.  He was much much loved everywhere he went with us. we brought him to magical places and he met two new dogs. Whiskey being the kindest to him. he truly was awesome dog, everyone.  And many people,especially in BC, stopped to remark to me on apollo's looks. I had much much fun here going for patrol in mundy nightly for 9 months. He was the perfect good dog with tiny issues of anxiety here and there and possessivity.