Many years ago when I was younger in Wisconsin, my wife told me that she had heard on the News that a child had been abducted and found murdered.  It was a very sad story to hear, I was touched, but I never gave it much though after that.  

When I was about 6 or 7 years old growing up in Texas I was walking alone on a country road when a car with two men stopped to offer me a ride.  They open the door and told me to get in and that they knew my father and they would drive me home.  My instincts told me to say nothing but run, and don't look back until you get home safe. I did exactly what I knew I should do even though I had never heard about child abduction.  I never shared this experience with my parents or anybody else.  It became a lost memory for many years until one day when I stood in front of a school full of students and staff in the auditorium and I shared my memory.

In 1993 my first granddaughter who loved me, who liked to spend time with me, and stole my heart was abducted and murdered at the age of five.  Life has never been the same since that day.  I try hard to live a stable life but it is not an easy task.  When I think I am walking on an upright world that make sense I realize that my world always seems upside down.  Life must continue regardless, I live it day by day, I always carry the memory of my granddaughter Alie, and there are many others like my family in the world. Richard Berrelez, May 8, 2014.     

Sometimes we do things that endanger our own children.  Things that we overlook or decisions that we make might later end up hurting our children.  Just wait I said, "I will be back as soon as I can." My youngest daughter was only 6 years old and she was with me as we were driving down a long desolate country road.  It was mid-morning, a very cold and windy day in the middle of Winter.  I did not even notice that the gas tank was low and the car just died as it ran out of gas.  Nobody was passing by for us to catch a ride so we walked a long distance while trying to stay warm even though we walked as fast as we could with my daughter trying to keep up.

There is a very good reason to call a Bloodhound a Manhunter. Many people have called them manhunters, this includes officers that have worked with them in police departments. I know bloodhounds to be manhunters firsthand. I saw an actual bloodhound for the first time in my life in 1993. Alie Berrelez was missing from her home and police officers along with several people from the community were looking for her.

On the third day I was at Alie's home not knowing what I could do, I felt lost. That's when I saw an officer pass by the sidewalk with his bloodhound named Yogi. I found out later that Yogi had led the officers to Alie on the fourth day.

Yogis' handler shared with me later that Yogi had tracked the scent of a person from Alie's location back to her home. Yogi actually tracked the person's scent following a different route back to the apartment units and right to the door where the trail ended. In 2011 it was concluded and confirmed that Yogi had actually tracked the person that had abducted Alie. Yogi picked up the different scent from an item used in connection with Alie's Abduction. Yogi was not only capable of finding a missing little girl, he was also a Manhunter.