“Hey, Uno.” Bennett Patterson took a moment to bend down and pat the Dalmatian that greeted all the firefighters when they came into work. The dog had been a gift from Fire House Two to Fire House One when their previous dog had passed away.
Bennett had spent a fair bit of time training Uno how to jump into the fire truck, where to ride, and what to do on the job.
Not that they had many of those in Hawthorne Harbor. But hey, Bennett and all the other firefighters were prepared, right down to their canine mascot.
He sighed as he straightened, not quite sure if he was ready for his overnight shift. He did like sleeping at the station, because at least then he wasn’t home alone.
Not alone, he thought as he went to put his food in the fridge. Charles was on tonight too, so he’d cook dinner
