Having The Drive

Reporting In

'Beep, beep, beep!' God the sound can be annoying every morning as a wake up call. With in seconds I can feel the bed dip as Moose makes a jump for me. He's his usual perky self this early in the morning. Brown eyes elight, tongue hanging out in a grin, and tail moving a mile a minute. My body is cramping though from the lack of movement and I have no choice but to leave the comfort of my bed and get up to stretch. Glancing at my alarm clock I can't help but sigh at the fact that it's four A.M. Moose on the other hand is scratching at the door rearing to go on our morning jog. I grab my PT clothes and shrug off my tank top and shorts. Pulling the navy blue shorts on and yellow shirt over my head, making sure to tucking the shirt in, I whistle to grab Moose's attention.

"Fuss." My voice is stern yet soft, my eyes locked with his as he heels and allows me to do my morning inspection of him. 'He's not whining when I inspect his ears, no whimpers when I touch his paws. Hips are in place, elbows strong and bendable, and his spine is aligned properly.' I finish the inspection by giving him a good rubbing, taking not of how much dirt is starting to collect in his black fur and the amount that is left in my hand when I pull away. "All right, lets go." As soon as the door is opened he starts tugging at the leash in excitment. Moose is always excited to go for the run so early in the morning. The sun isnt beating down on his black fur as much. Within minutes we are in our normal rhythm and jogging through the park for our two mile run.

It's amazing how time flies so quickly. One minute I'm jogging and the next I'm showered and standing in front of Senior Chief Petty Officer Deboyed's office door. Moose sait patiently beside my leg as I knocked. His K-9 vest had the same digital blue as my own uniform, his collar stating what unit and rank he was before attaching to the leather black leash that lay wrapped in my right hand.

"Enter!" Senior Chief Deboyed instructed, the door being opened on the other side. I give a small tug on Moose's leash as a take my first step forward on my left foot. The precense of another soldier in the room is alerted to me by the colonge worn, a very familiar scent.

"Ma'am, Petty Officer Kevelin reporting in as requested, Ma'am." I keep it crisp and short, saluting and waiting for her to salute back before dropping my. Her eyes calculate my dress carefully before moving her gaze to Moose, it lingering a little longer then liked on his nails before meeting mine again.

"At ease, Petty Officer." Her tone is cold as usual, not much else to expect for a gangly women who has been serving for over fifteeny years. I relax myself as Moose keeps his stance beside me. "You're moving up from patrolling the base, from now on you will be monitored by Chief Petty Officer Jenning's. I believe you two have met before." Out of the corner of my eye i could see him move up closer to the desk, that same trade mark smirk still there after all those years.

"Yes Ma'am, I do." The aggitation was obvious in my voice, though I tried to keep it at bay. All she did was nod to dismiss us. With quick precision, I about haced and made quick hase to leave the room before he decided to make a remark.

"Annabelle Kevelin, it sure has been awhile since high school, hasn't it, Babe?" Too late, he couldn't keep his trap shut.