I Love a Fireman. You Should Too. Here’s Why.

Back when I was twenty something, I had the cutest Norwich terrier named Molly. It was irresponsible and selfish of me to adopt her. I lived alone and worked all day, but she was cute. Eventually, I rehomed her to the nurse of my gynecologist, perfect!

One night I was baking a cake and went outside to chat with my neighbor and locked myself out of my apartment.

The building had a lock and my 2nd floor apartment had a lock.

We all discussed what to do when someone said “borrow a ladder from the fire department and go in through the window.”

That sounded good to me so I called. Remember: I was 20 something.

“Ma’am, we don’t loan out our ladders.”

“But you don’t understand, my oven is on and my dog is inside.”

Well, that did it and the hook and ladder truck was on it’s way. With the lights flashing and the siren blasting.

Molly was fine.

Winston didn’t care though.

See, today I did it again. Locked the house with Winston inside and water boiling for eggs on the gas stove.

Crap. Again!????

This time, I walked the two blocks to the fire station and lo and behold the hook and ladder followed me home. But without the bells and whistles. Thank Dog.

This time the Dad Peep broke the kitchen window before my new friends and I got back.

And Winston slept through it all.

So if you’re wondering why his food and water bowls are in the dining room, just picture me cleaning up the broken glass for years to come.

Everyone should love a Fireman.

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Winston welcomes you to The Scottie Chronicles - a dog blog that began in 2009 as a voice for Stuart, a more than memorable black, brindle and white Scottish Terrier who captured hearts around the world. Stuart passed suddenly in December 2015 from cardiac hemangiosarcoma, a nasty cancer that took him far too early. He would have been 12 years old in March 2018. The Scottie Chronicles is dedicated to Stuart and the joy he shared with everyone who met him or saw him from afar. If you love Scotties, please follow along. Arroooo!
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10 Responses to I Love a Fireman. You Should Too. Here’s Why.

  1. rjkeyedup says:

    OMG what a great story!!! First of all I come from a fireman family… secondly I’m not surprised at it happening – we have more important things on our mind than remembering keys. LOL Dad Peep, a retired locksmith, once locked his car keys and his extra set of car keys in his car on the way to see his newborn nephew. Now as far as sleeping while the firemen came in, well Winston, you must have been having a great dream. Aarrooo! Ozzy & Callie’s Mom

  2. Sherlock and Banks says:

    What??? We miss all the fun!!! Remember there is a key hanging at our house that has Winston’s name on it!
    Next time count us in on the fun. We love to sing with the fire truck!!

    ARooorroo WOooF
    Sherlock and Banks

  3. theguster says:

    I’ve never locked myself out of the house and hope that I NEVER do, but no matter where I’ve lived a neighbor has a spare key that I asked her to keep just in case.

    I do LOVE firemen and currently have four volunteer firemen in my family that I am so thankful and proud of! Between them, they have a lot of interesting stories to tell!

    So glad it all worked out for you, and that Winston slept through it all!

  4. Kismet says:

    They should compliment you-you’re overly security conscious.

  5. Oh dear! The most important thing is that everyone is ok. Sounds like something I would do. 🙂

  6. Humphrey says:

    God Bless You!! From my Mom & me too, Humphrey

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