Forgot ta say, Hurricane 'n Jordan did a much better job stoppin' this loon than the humans did the last one.
Back mid sixties we had outside help gettin' it started. Was well established when I went in in '74. We'd trained others in the surroundin' cities. Been trainin' duh beach's then. I went thru K-9 school with a Suffolk cop. When I say 'train,' that means the staff trains the handlers 'n the handler trains the dogs. You litterally start with leases snapped to trash can learning sit, down, stand and stay. You march slappin' your left thigh when your left heel hits the ground 'n it has to make a slp loud enough for the TO to hear it while clearly saying 'heel' with each slap. Went home with a bruise. You work your way up to a choke chain wrapped around a galvanized pipe learning how to pop the lease for end of leash obedience training before you were ever allowed to do more with the dog but walk him from your truck to the back lot when you came in and reversed it going home. Working the dog at home was an absolute no no 'n if ya got caught ya got thrown out. After graduation 'n street work, ya still retrained on the back lot with the rookies three days a month. When we could we did training exercises on the street in the course of a shift. Building searches, out of truck attacks – whatever. That's the way it was when I got promoted out in '80.
Ours were trained so they could be retrained to another handler if need be. They went home when we went home 'n lived with our families. Played with the kids. Tolerated neighbors in the yard or house. If the handler was going to be out for a period of time, the dog could be kenneled at the facility 'n they'd be fed 'n cleaned up after by those in retraining or the rookies if a school was in progress.
They were trained to go on certain keys without being told. Other times when we keyed them. When they were working 'n turned loose, they'd eat on ya until you stopped fighting or we told 'em to let ya go.