I remember we had a young stray Dalmatian that somebody brought to the firehouse, hoping that we would take it in.
So we did and we also had a story put into our local newspaper looking for the owner of that lost dog. Meanwhile we took care of it feeding it and taking the dog for his poo poo and pee pee walks.
But after about two weeks, nobody claimed the dog. So we asked the Chief if we could keep it and he said; "Okay, but he stays in the firehouse". Some of us were disappointed that he couldn't ride the rig, but at least we were able to keep him.
Next we follow up with a "name that dog contest". Most of us decide to chip in for a prize going to the winner. It was a $100 U.S. Savings Bond as I remember. Again we go to the local newspaper with the story to name that dog.
The names come in and we have plenty of letters to review.
As I remember, we got the senior citizens involved in picking the best name for our new firehouse dog.
The name is chosen. Our dog is named "Nero" and it has something to do with the burning of Rome.
Things go along pretty good but the problem is, "we are not always in the firehouse to feed the dog, give it water, or take it for it's needed walks".
As Mr Gage mentions in his comment, "reality is, firehouse life for pets is probably not a good life".
After a few months, we learned that and decided to put Nero up for adaption.
A family adapted him and they would stop by to say hello and bring Nero with them to visit us.
They had a couple of kids and they were very happy that they had gotten this very famous Firehouse Dog, named "Nero".
So as it turned out, everybody was happy.
We were happy
That family and kids were happy
But MOST IMPORTANTLY, "Nero" was happy.