This is a truly sad story told to me by a then member of 14 Truck (but not witness) in the 1960's. They were in the old house on the south side of East 125th Street just west of Lexington Avenue (with the !-2 Battalion). Seems like there was a vacant lot just to the west of the firehouse. Anyway, the company dog loved to take an afternoon nap on the apparatus floor. This day that attractive ray of sunshine was underneath the rig. The bells hit for a go. Unfortunately, the dog doesn't get up for the run, and the truck chauffeur doesn't notice him. As they pull out of quarters, the rear dual wheels run over the dog's hindquarters. The men are beside themselves and one of them runs down the street and finds a cop walking his post and drags him back to the house. They beg him to put the poor dog out of its' misery. There are at least one, and maybe three, discharges: none fatal. The task is finally done with a flat head axe.
Moral of the story: If you want a dog euthanized, don't ask a cop.
