 Dave
the dog, he would hang out in the garage with Harlan.
Dave had a particular dislike to Sergeant Getraer. Getraer could
often be heard to say 'Get that dog out of here'.
Getraer was allergic to dogs.
Here is a Fan Fiction story wrote in Dave's honour.
My World and Welcome to It.
by Dave the Dog (as told to Melissa Kutcher)
Hello, my name is Dave. I am the mascot of the Los Angeles Central
Station of the California Highway Patrol. I am a dog. I used
to sniff for drugs at the U.S.-Mexican border, but I sniffed
way to many drugs. I am a retired cop.
This
real nice man named Harlan adopted me. He is a mechanic for
the CHP. Let me tell you about the people Harlan works with.
First, there is the person the humans
call Grossie. He is VERY BIG. The guy is a walking encyclopedia.
Sometimes the other officers walk away from him. Maybe he
talks too much. If I could read, I would read what he writes
for the Highway Patrolman. I like him.
Now for the person the tan boys and
girls call Bear. He is TALL. He could play basketball for
the Lakers. I get whiplash looking up at him. But I like it
when he scratches my ears. If he ever bends down, I would
lick his face.
Then there's Jon. Sometimes he puts
his cowboy hat on me. Yee-haw!! He also has this real cool
truck. He likes me, he really likes me. I only hope that he
keeps that darn lasso away from me. Us dogs have to look our
best, because we never know when a hot little poodle will
walk in front of us. Note to myself; do NOT piddle on Jon's
bike. It's the one without the baton.
Next is Turner. He's even taller than
Bear. I need a chiropractor every time I look up at Turner.
He makes kissy faces at me. It looks weird with that mustache.
He must have been a dog in a previous life.
Sindy and Bonnie are two wonderful ladies.
I wouldn't mind going home with either of them. I really love
it when they make kissy faces at me. They also smell real
nice.
I have a problem with Sergeant Getraer.
First, he's the boss. Second, he always sneezes when he's
around me. Finally, he scratches his arm. Maybe he has fleas.
Someone get Paramedics Gage and DeSoto for this man. Note
to myself: ALWAYS piddle on his bike.
Finally, there is Ponch. He could be
a dancer at Chippendales. Nice guy, but I wish he had his
own cup. I DON'T SHARE MY CUP WITH ANYBODY!!!!!! Next time
he drinks out of my cup, his "little" black book
is history. No More Mr. Nice Doggy!
This has completely tired me out. Now,
it's naptime. Arf!
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