So, firstly, let me talk about my own dog, Czar, and the section that I was a part of. Czar and I, in probably the first couple of weeks we were operational, were called out to a job where a young guy—it's a sad story; he was suffering from mental health—had armed himself with a samurai sword, put a bulletproof vest on, and went up to Rotorua Hospital with the intent of killing some of the nursing staff up there. I was called out. Fortunately, they managed to lock the doors and he couldn't get in, and when I arrived he was making his way down to a primary school in Rotorua. During the arrest, both Czar and I were stabbed with the samurai sword. I wasn't sure whether Czar would make it, but he did. He returned to duty, and he worked out a fully operational police life. 