As planned, a training camp took place over the extended July weekend, where handlers got to try a bit of everything. On Thursday evening, we jumped straight into a night search training session. Nature is relentless, and despite the newly created fourth rubble training area, vegetation had already grown through various gaps up to a full meter. So, on Friday, we rolled up our sleeves, put on gloves, and tackled the overgrown rubble.

There are moments that inevitably bring back vivid memories of the heartbreakingly short lives of our dogs. Moments that definitively close chapters of extraordinary lives—final moments spent with beings whose actions have forever and irreplaceably engraved them into our hearts. I know that after thirteen years of deep symbiosis, saying goodbye to our canine partners is immensely painful.

This morning, you could have seen us on Breakfast with Nova — at the Barrandov Film Studios.