Every morning it starts the same: the groan, the slow wake-up, then the cold nose. Every day for the last 5 or 6 years I walk my German Shepherd, Harley, at least a mile down the road and back. He is currently 13 and a half years old, so the walks are a little slower than they used to be - though I'm 66 and my pace isn't what it used to be either. Harley came into my life when I returned from Afghanistan in the spring of 2009. My lovely wife knew I would need something to take my mind off Afghanistan, and she found Harley at the local animal shelter. He is my battle buddy, and he has been a wonderful companion. So every day now, we walk with a new mission: another hundred days for another hundred miles.