Tuesday, January 27, 2015


This is a word that means you no longer get to play at Disaster City, or go on deployments with the rest of the team if other people need help, like when we went to Arkansas last spring after the tornadoes.  This is not something that I am worried about, because I am still a young dog.  But one day it could be my turn to retire.

There have been several dogs who retired, and Cojo was the most recent one.  That dog has been such a good friend, and always ready to train.  We would often sleep in kennels next to each other, and he was a good sleeper, never making noise during the night.  He is one of the dogs whose tail was as long as mine when we met, but later something happened and part of it either fell off or… well, I don’t want to think about what else could have happened to it.  He had the best bark. It was more like a howl, all of these barks close together.

On the last day that Cojo trained at Disaster City, Angie and some other people were sad.  Angie wanted to make sure that she was on the pile for his last search problem.  And when he found the person who was hiding, he got a stuffed rabbit toy that was as big as Oscar, no, even bigger than that cat.  And he ripped it into small pieces, and tore every bit of the soft stuffing out of the rabbit’s body. He shook it from side to side and was having the best time ever. It was everywhere on the pile, so much that his human brought a garbage bag up there so that the stuffing could be cleaned up.  I bet there are still some pieces that are left.

I know Cojo will miss being part of Texas Task Force 1, and I will miss him.  Too bad all dogs cannot stay puppies forever. 

Tuesday, January 6, 2015


This is an event at the fire station where lots of people come to see everything that goes on.  Everybody works to make a demonstration or a contest that will be fun for the visitors, and there are always lots of kids, and even babies.  No pets are allowed.  There are fire trucks all around, a helicopter, small fires that are easy to put out, ladders with firefighters climbing, and this time there was even a dalmation dog walking around.  This is a white dog with black spots that has been known to be a fire truck dog, but I don’t know if the dog really does anything,

I wore my Search vest, and for part of the day, I was the dog who everybody got a chance to pet.  That is the most exhausting part, because it is very loud, and there are so many people.  And some of the kids were holding stuffed animals, which is a big temptation.  Angie told them, “Please put that behind your back or give it to your mom.  Sammie might think it is a toy for her.”  Well, yes, of course that is what I thought.

The best part of the day was when all of the dogs showed what they could do.  Sprinkles demonstrated a bark barrel, where a human was hiding, and after she smelled him and barked, he played tug with her.  Sasha climbed the ladder, walked across the high plank, and went through a tunnel.  And I got to run the bases, which means Angie showed me with her hand a pattern of hup tables to run.  I LOVE running these, and I was so fast, I could feel my tail sticking straight out.  When Angie said, “All done, Sammie,” I raced toward her, and she threw me a toy. 

Thanks to everybody who worked hard to make FireFest a success!