After Gabriel helped him clean up the backyard and put leftovers away he brought up the idea of getting a dog again, reminding Jaxon he'd said he would help him in that department. He nodded though it would be something more personal to Jaxon. He'd get to see where he worked.<br/><br/>“Sure thing,” he agreed, taking Gabriel through his house and out the front door since it had gotten so late. Kiv followed him out to his car before Jaxon called him back inside and shut the door. He called Gabriel to set up the exact day later. The training academy he worked for operating five days a week but staff rotated weekends to take care of the kenneled dogs twice a day. He'd already said that he had a potential adopter lined up, and while there was usually a waiting list for this sort of thing, special recommendations were usually taken into consideration. Especially if Jaxon himself would be personally seeing to the animal's integration into a new home. Everything had already been okayed with his boss and Jaxon had a short list of dogs that he would be showing to Gabriel.<br/><br/>He went and picked him up on a Saturday afternoon and explained where he worked.<br/><br/>“When I knew I'd be home for a while I took a job training police dogs. Not all of the ones we get make the cut, for one reason or another. And then sometimes we have some dogs that need to be retired. Some officers can only keep a single working dog, and this is the case with one I'm going to show you. It's a six year old male rottweiler named Goliath. He was shot in the shoulder and has since developed an anxiety towards gunfire. Other than that he's well trained and was used to living in a home. He hasn't done well in the kennel environment. I would imagine he'd be a solid deterrent for any intruder as well as a great alarm system,” Jaxon explained as he drove them there.<br/><br/>“The other is an eleven month old cane corso that just doesn't have the working drive we need in a dog. Good instincts about him, just isn't crazy about tasking. A bit lazy. Still a bit pushy. He'll need someone firm. Both are big boys and I think you'd feel safer in your home with either around. They were narcotics dogs.” There were too many risks with putting a bite trained dog in the hands of a civilian. It had been difficult enough to release Kiv over to him and he'd been his handler for years.<br/><br/>He pulled in to his usual parking spot even if pretty much all of them were open. Kiv had come along with him as he usually did and he let Gabriel inside.<br/><br/>“I'll show you both of them individually at first.”<br/><br/>The dogs were barking loudly from their kennels, thinking it was time to work when they spotted Jaxon and Kiv, but this was one of their days off. He took Goliath out first. He was a fine looking black and tan rottweiler with a blocky head, neatly folded ears and a short muzzle. He'd come from a good line of sane working dogs. He was attentive to Jaxon but he turned him loose in one of the training areas outside and he trotted about with Kiv before returning to investigate Gabriel. He had a scar where they'd done the surgery but it didn't seem all that noticeable in his gait.<br/><br/>“He's got a slight hitch in his giddyup but he gets around just fine. Put him back together quite nicely, just a shame he couldn't go back to work. I'm sure he misses it.”<br/><br/>There were various obstacles around them from an A frame to walls set up at varying heights, then a small section of chain link with a rug thrown over. For the dogs to go over. The perimeter fence was eight fence though it wouldn't be that difficult a task for some of their more advanced dogs to climb it if asked. More so it was to keep other people out and distractions limited when working young dogs.<br/><br/>“Goliath's motivations are food and praise. Unlike Kiv who'll do anything you ask for a toy, yet can't be bought with a thick slab of bacon.”