The Dogpatch Family || Firehouse Dog

Fire-Dog Competition

It's only through this scene and using subtitles with the movie that I realised that the dog I've been calling Chief ... is actually called, Blue. Damn ... oh, well. He's still Chief in my books.

Firehouse Dog Fanfic | The Dogpatch Family | Fire-Dog Competition

The next day; Sunday, was one of the big days in a Fireman's year. It's the Firehouse Dog competition of agility and speed – pretty much every Station in town and the surrounding area was allowed to participate their dog in for the chance to win the title of best dog to beat.

The Dogpatch team, excluding Conner and Terrance were sitting around a picnic table with half-eaten food plates and empty cups around them. This event wasn't actually a mandatory thing, but it wasn't like there was anything else going on today.

Lionel was at the end of the table, his head buried in his arms that laid across the table – his two twin sons were using straws to blow into his ears. He groaned, feeling a headache come along. This competition day was also a family day; his wife had brought all of their kids to the event. And he had a lot of kids.

Joe noticed this, grinning, "Mikey ... Max, if you don't leave you daddy alone, I'm gonna..." He paused before letting out a scary growl – the two screamed, running away from the table and the monster. The guy chuckled, feeling proud of himself, "Works every time." He commented, looking over to Pep who sat opposite him. She smiled with amusement, shaking her head.

Suddenly a woman with dark skin passed the table, pushing a wheelchair, "I heard that, Joe." She said in a less-than-pleased tone.

Lionel's head shot up at the voice and withheld another groan – cursing at Joe when his wife sent him a look. He looked towards the bigger man once his wife was out of sight, not looking very thankful at all but said, "Thanks." Very sarcastically.

Joe just gave him a shrug, not sorry for what he did.

Zack Hayden's voice suddenly appeared very loudly – talking into a microphone as the man stood on top at the staging unit close by. "All right, let's give it up for Falstaff from Shoreline Company C, who's leaving his mark on this course." Gesturing over to a pretty big Doberman with a middle-aged man beside him. The dog was literally marking the course. "Now, while the volunteers clean that up – I wanna bring up the man whose company has underwritten today for us. Please give it up for ... Mr. Corbin Sellars!" He announced.

"Thank you, Zach." Corbin Sellars spoke into the microphone having just been given on – he stood up on the stage where Zach had been, looking towards the crowd who had come out today to enjoy the event ... and the dog competition. "Don't applaud me," He shook his head. "I should be applauding you." Referring to all the fireman that were here today.

Corbin Sellars was a man in his late thirties, maybe early forties with a thin lining of grey hair starting to appear at the roots. He wore a brown suit jacket with a maroon buttoned-up shirt and a nice pair of pants down below. He looked like the typical arrogant businessman to most people – but some don't see this because of days like today, the man had helped set up this entire event and has done for the past couple of years.

There weren't many people who were actually listening to his speech, they kind of just tuned him out after the first sentence.

~ 8 ~

Conner was gazing down at the trophy table – memories of past firefighters who used to be one or died in the line of duty were within picture frames. His older brother, Marc and the Chief were in one of them. It was the picture taken a couple of months before their deaths; the two were sitting on the rig – Marc smiling while Chief had his tongue hanging out, he had been barking happily that day.