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DOG Is GOD Spelt Backwards: Bonnie
Isabel George
An inspiring and heart-warming short story of canine devotion and bravery.When Corporal Jenny Chester was matched with Arms and Explosives search dog Bonnie it felt like the best Christmas present ever.Friends from day one, partners beyond doubt, through service in Bosnia and Iraq they shared food on the run, sleeping in bags in the cold and shade of the same tree. A bond made in wartime that created a partnership for life.Extracted from the bestselling title The Dog That Saved My Life.


Dog is God Spelt Backwards
Bonnie
A Short Tale from The Dog that Saved My Life: Sacrifice. Loyalty. Love beyond all bounds by Isabel George


Contents
Cover (#u3f7ac826-097e-57fb-85ca-4397f604deef)
Title Page (#ucf30a186-5d28-5f1a-9116-825b1869a35d)
Dedication
Epigraph (#ulink_28260f45-4957-5a27-a305-d413807a024f)
Chapter 1 (#u48267caa-a518-579b-b07d-2c4a1c4a7bef)
Chapter 2: Bonnie – DOG is GOD Spelt Backwards (#u0dda6647-652e-5052-9393-c5b63d7a735a)
Afterword (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#ua8f4a189-f74d-5a0a-8cb4-aff142841ca3)
To my children Luke, Lydia and Jamie…for their
encouragement and for never tiring of these
wonderful stories.
Epigraph (#ulink_9860fc23-c280-5edb-a12b-46b7d24caacf)
When a dog becomes the person you trust most in the world, you know your life is in safe hands.’
(Corporal Jenny Chester, Royal Army Veterinary Corps)
Chapter 1 (#ua8f4a189-f74d-5a0a-8cb4-aff142841ca3)
It’s one of life’s little secrets, the bravery of animals in conflict.
Animals have accompanied man into battle since war was first waged. Over two thousand years ago Hannibal took war elephants, soldiers and supplies over the Alps. The giant animals negotiated narrow snow-covered mountain passes, risking life and limb to face the mighty Roman army. Centuries before that, the Ancient Egyptians recorded in their intricate paintings how they proceeded into battle with hundreds of horses pulling chariots, men holding hungry lions straining at the leash and falconers with trained hawks poised to do harm. The animals were there to play their part in the many military confrontations fought to secure supremacy.
Since those times, many stories have been told of the bears, camels, cats, dolphins, monkeys, mules, pigeons, rats and other creatures that have served with the Armed Forces during both world wars and beyond. Some were trained to perform specific tasks, like the dolphins deployed to detect underwater explosives, the pigeons released to deliver vital messages, mules laden with valuable supplies and rats sent running in tunnels to lay communication cables on the front line. Many others were present as mascots; the bears, cats and canaries were not trained to perform any role in particular but provided heartfelt companionship, warmth and humour, and helped create an incredible morale. Many animals have fulfilled this role, but perhaps none more universally and consistently than the dog.
The five stories featured in this book represent the devotion and unquestioning loyalty of the canine companion in the darkest days of war. From the life-saving actions of a Second World War Army mascot under fire to the undoubted trust shared between the Tracker dog and his handler during the war in Vietnam. Man’s best friend is a constant in an uncertain environment and a welcome friend. They are a testament to companionship and to partnership when lives depend on them.
Dogs continue to prove themselves to be fearlessly loyal in all theatres of war, from the hidden depths of jungle warfare in Vietnam and Malaya to the guard and patrol duties of a desert dog in Iraq or Afghanistan. Unlike the horses of the First World War dragged down in the mud of Flanders’ fields, the dog’s speed and agility has always made him an asset on any battlefield. Intelligent and obedient, the dog could be the perfect messenger, able to skip over the trenches or through a minefield faster than any man. Not only are they more successful at such tasks than a human but they, although it hurts to say it, are also far more dispensable. That has always been and will continue to be a fact of wartime life. If a dog detects a landmine he is unlikely to be harmed and his actions will protect all around him. A man is unlikely to be so lucky.
Whether dropped by parachute into enemy country, helicoptered in and out of war zones, or transported in armoured vehicles, dogs have shown their versatility in war. Dogs do what’s required of them and their keen sense of loyalty keeps them faithful to their duties and their military masters. Considering that the majority of the dogs recruited for service in both world wars were pet dogs donated for war service, their sacrifice was immeasurable. They were loaned to the War Office, trained for duty and distributed to the Armed Forces after 12 weeks’ training. The dogs then served their country, and if they survived they were returned to their owner. These dogs took this all in their stride and the lucky ones returned to life as a fireside pet in peacetime. But for every treasured family pet to be returned home safely, there were countless others who died alongside their comrades. And for all these canine heroes, there were young soldiers, sailors and airmen who had faced horror and death and who had seen those around them lost forever, who had taken immense comfort and support from these brave, devoted companions.
The war dog is not just a feature of conflicts past. Dogs are still used in contemporary warfare and have seen service in Bosnia, Kosovo, Iraq and Afghanistan. Guard and patrol dogs remain an essential element of life on any military base at home and overseas but the role of the Arms and Explosives Search dog is one that has recently come to the fore. Trained to detect and locate weapons, explosives and bomb-making equipment, these dogs are life-savers on a daily basis. They protect the life of their handler and save the lives of military and civilian personnel with each successful ‘find’. Dogs may still be listed as ‘equipment’ but no machine and no man can match the skill of a trained search dog. Wartime strategies and hardware may come and go but the skill of a war dog remains constant and irreplaceable.
Within the ranks, the war dog is regarded as nothing less than a fellow ‘soldier’, a colleague and a companion. Over the years Service dogs and mascot dogs have been decorated for their life-saving bravery in conflict. Many have lost their lives in saving others and their fellow soldiers have deemed it vital to recognize their incredible service and sacrifice to mankind.
For these animals to give so much when they are innocent in the ways of the world and war deserves recognition. These are just five stories of many, and all are awe inspiring and heart warming in equal measure. Maybe even the dogs would ask for them to be told, and they deserve to be remembered – for all time.
Chapter 2 Bonnie – DOG is GOD Spelt Backwards (#ua8f4a189-f74d-5a0a-8cb4-aff142841ca3)
I think about Bonnie every day. She’s in my head wherever I am and whatever I’m doing. I could be shopping or cleaning the car or getting kitted out to work with my new partner, Casper, a narcotics sniffer dog, and Bonnie’s big old Labrador face will appear…smiling at me. If that sounds a bit crazy then I’m sorry but I spent four years with Bonnie at my side and in that time we got to know each other pretty well. We shared food when alone, a sleeping bag in the cold and in the heat we shared the shade of the same tree. We faced danger on the roadside and dodged bullets in the street. Ours was a friendship made for life.
Jenny Chester had wanted to join the Army from the moment she saw her big brother in his uniform. She thought he looked so smart and the exciting stories he had to share made her want to be part of it all. She wanted to be able to make their parents proud too and so, from the age of 14 her career path was set: to follow in her brother’s military footsteps. By the time she reached 17 Jenny had dabbled with the idea of becoming a vet, but just as quickly had discounted the idea when she imagined the times she couldn’t help a patient. Helping them heal was one thing, but having to put them to sleep was quite another. A career in the Army working with animals was the logical answer, so Jenny left the family home in Kent and joined up.
Dogs had featured in many of Jenny’s earliest childhood memories. There had always been a dog or dogs in the house, and out of the many the family adopted over the years it was a Border collie called Judy who found herself a place in Jenny’s heart. With traditional black-and-white colouring, soft brown eyes and an ever-alert expression, Judy was Jenny’s constant companion from the age of four, and was always ready to walk a million miles at the drop of a hat. This dog rarely sat still but when she did it was never far from the biscuit barrel, although she would only eat biscuits if dunked in tea first.
Judy was 18 when she died. Jenny had grown up with the collie at her side so it was no wonder that this was the dog she measured every other one against. To Jenny, Judy was the perfect canine friend: always there when she was needed, always able to sense when Jenny needed the comfort of her head on her lap. To suddenly not have her around was very painful for Jenny. Then and there, aged 14, she made the decision always to have a dog in her life.
Army life suited Jenny and the three months of basic training passed relatively quickly. Within no time she was on her way to the Defence Animal Centre, Dog Training School in Melton Mowbray in Leicestershire. She was now just hours away from meeting her first AES (Arms and Explosives Search) dog – the dog who would be her partner, if all went well, for the next few years. Jenny felt a surge of excitement mixed with a little anxiety at the prospect. The induction process and the paperwork seemed to take forever. Settling in to the accommodation, drawing new kit and getting to know the other new recruits was all part of the excitement, but where was the dog?
The matching of handler and dog is similar in a way to an arranged marriage. By the time Jenny met her dog the Army had already done its homework and reached a decision on the best dog for her. But Jenny knew nothing about this dog – only that it would almost certainly be a Labrador. In reality not one of the recruits knew a thing until a list appeared on the noticeboard in the mess that Monday evening. Jenny eagerly checked it for her name on the AES dog assignment list. It read: ‘AES dogs to be assigned as follows:…Private Jenny Chester – Bonnie…’
‘I couldn’t wait for morning to come,’ recalled Jenny. ‘I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve. Silly really for a grown woman but I can’t deny it, I was excited. I wanted to meet this dog. I wanted to get to work and live out my dream. And I had a vivid mental picture of this dog.’ From the moment Jenny was told her dog’s name was Bonnie she started working on a mental picture of an adorable Labrador, a big, playful puppy just like the one on the toilet roll adverts, all kisses and cuddles when off duty and totally loyal and attentive when on duty. According to Jenny, Bonnie was, of course, going to be the best AES dog ever, and by the time she reached the kennels she was more than ready to meet this ‘wonder dog’.
Tuesday morning arrived. Rows and rows of dogs met Jenny and the seven other trainees as they stepped through the doors to the kennels. And what a welcome! A thousand decibels of eager, barking dogs, a hefty stink of disinfectant and a whiff of ‘dog’ grabbed everyone by the nostrils. Jenny smiled. She knew this was a smell she would have to get used to as it was going to be greeting her every day for some years to come. Taking a good look around Jenny could see the springer spaniels, German shepherds and a selection of Labradors all looking eager and friendly. Perhaps it was the sight of the uniforms that made the dogs so excitable, or maybe it was the fact that Jenny and her fellow trainees were the new kids on the block. As they were escorted through the kennel block Jenny quickly scanned the many faces staring out at her and wondered which dog was destined for her.
‘Private Chester, your dog’s over there.’ Jenny looked to where the sergeant was pointing and there was a big, fit, smiley Labrador. It was love at first sight. ‘Hello Bonnie,’ said Jenny, extending her hand for Bonnie to sniff. No sooner had Jenny said her name than this cuddly dog was rolling over to show her tummy, lapping up the attention.
Dog and handler spent the rest of the morning together walking, playing and getting to know each other. ‘As we sat together and then played catch and tug of war with the few toys she had in her kennel, I started to imagine how this partnership would work out. It felt so good and I remember hitting my bunk that night just knowing that I had the perfect dog for the job. I called my family to tell them all about Bonnie. I couldn’t have been happier. I just knew the next few weeks we were to spend getting to know each other were going to be a doddle.’
Next morning Jenny was up early to see Bonnie and take her out for a walk, and to start the series of exercises which culminated in a passing-out parade in 15 weeks’ time. By the time Jenny had Bonnie on her leash she was feeling pretty confident. Just 10 minutes later, Bonnie seemed to have suffered a personality change. The dog that had been super-friendly and easy to please was suddenly the most stubborn canine on the planet. Everything Jenny asked her to do, the Labrador ignored or performed in slow motion. Right there and then Jenny felt she was the butt of a cruel joke. She was convinced that someone had swapped her Bonnie for some dog from hell.
Out of the corner of her eye Jenny could see the trainers looking at each other: they were smiling. What was so funny? Certainly Jenny couldn’t see anything to laugh about. It turned out that Bonnie had something of a history. Jenny was not her first handler; she was her third in the last few months. Like the other seven dogs on the course Bonnie was a fully trained AES dog but she didn’t have a handler. If she didn’t make it this time with this handler it would be the end of the line for her, at least in that role. Jenny and Bonnie had to make it, for Bonnie’s sake.
Jenny wondered if this stubborn dog’s ‘Miss Stroppy’ ways had been her downfall all along. Certainly her ‘Miss Oh So Cute’ act one minute and her ‘You must be joking I’m not doing that’ attitude the next had not done her any favours so far. She wouldn’t listen to a word Jenny said and although she knew there had to be a reason for the dog’s behaviour, it was something that had to wait for now. Both had to get through the next three months of training and it was not going to be the doddle Jenny thought. This was going to be uphill all the way for dog and handler.
Bonnie had already proved herself a good AES dog. She had shown she had the skill and determination required for the job. Jenny, as a handler, had to show the same in equal proportions. The two had to work in partnership to create the kind of bond built on absolute trust – the trust needed to do the job.
The training Bonnie had gone through to become an AES dog was based on modern reward-based training techniques. The focus of the rewards was the humble tennis ball. To be able to find a specific item or substance a dog must first be exposed to its scent. Each time the dog locates that particular scent it indicates a ‘find’ by standing still. A find is rewarded with what becomes the dog’s favourite plaything – a tennis ball.
Bonnie and Jenny were now being put to the test as a partnership. To pass out as a proficient AES team they would have to locate successfully weapons, explosives, ammunition and bomb-making equipment hidden in various locations, as they would have to for real in the field: in houses, factories, on roadsides and all kinds of outdoor terrain. In the next 15 weeks together they had to prove that they could work as an effective partnership, but Bonnie was not going to make it easy.
The first exercise was to search a large factory area, Bonnie and Jenny taking the upper level. Bonnie happily sniffed and swaggered her way up the staircases to the top level of the concrete maze of a building without any bother at all. But when she reached the railings at the top she just couldn’t help having a laugh. ‘She walked to the railings, looked at me and then popped her head through the bars,’ recalled Jenny. ‘I could tell she thought it was funny and of course she didn’t do it once, she did it a few times before she realized that I was not amused. At one point she looked as if she was going to go through the bars and jump over and I would not have been surprised if she had. She was behaving like a naughty girl and I felt like a frustrated parent.’

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