CONTRIBUTIONS FOR THE FARSIDER WANTED!
PHOTOS, ARTICLES, JOKES, CARTOONS, WHATEVER.
FOR YOU OLD GUYS AND GALS, YOU CAN EVEN SEND THEM VIA SNAILMAIL. JUST PUT THEM IN THE BOX ABOVE AND SEND TO PO BOX 1553, MURPHYS, CA 95247.
Our primary objective is to provide San Jose PD retirees, as well as SJPD personnel
with a weekly update on member status, health issues, and what might be current
news related to the city and police department.
Some of the retired PD attendees at the Assoc. of Retired SJ Police and Firefighter Christmas Luncheon on 12-12-19
Starting at the second from left to right: Ruben Saraabia, Ted Vasquez, Craig Clifton, Don Bartels, George Padilla, Ernie Alcantar, John Shuman, Don Meade, Bob Reinhardt, Jim Werkema, Ken Jacksteit
2019 December Breakfast Club. The attendees are clockwise from the front: Frank Portillo (Res. Ofc) , Rudy Downing, Wil Montano, Steve Caraway, Bert Caro, Craig Clifton, Pat Dwyer, Mike O’Connor, Armando Realyvasquez, Henry Duran, Hector Gutierrez, John Quinn, George Padilla, Ted Vasquez, Robert Dominguez, Danny Vasquez, Jaime Saldivar, Rich Daulton, Kevin Smith (Ret. S.O. Sgt), Roberto Gonzalez, Dan Archie, Ernie Alcantar, Dave Wysuph
Johnson from current SJPD Officer Rajiv Parmar. CJ is really sick, his body is breaking down and he’s facing serious conditions related to his liver and other organs.He’s been in the hospital for a week and can’t talk or text. CJ’s wife Kim is in good spirits and is good with this facebook post advising his brothers and sisters in blue of his medical problems. CJ is in the hospital at San Leandro Kaiser room 5109.
During our era at the SJPD, CJ was a highly decorated and awarded police officer for his proactivity and case involvement. Your support, love, respects, thoughts and prayers are requested as he battles through this serious health crisis.
Bless you CJ and get better. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎
LAST MINUTE REMINDER!LAST MINUTE REMINDER!
֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎
TO PBA MEMBERS HAVING BDAYS THIS MONTH!
SJPD Emerald Society Jan 2020 memorial dates for fallen officers.
JUST IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS!
A Definitive Guide to Retail Savings for First Responders
Family of Mexico Massacre Victims Message to America:
“Hold On To your Guns!”
Starbucks apologizes for third ‘anti police’ incident in six months, this time in California
They said he was too much to handle. That’s all I knew about him. He had lived on an Indian Reservation, was returned to a shelter, and was too much to handle. That is where our story started. I was looking for my second police dog and after numerous trips to L.A. to test imported dogs, all of which failed Sac PD’s stringent tests, we heard of a 9-month-old Dutch Shepherd. A local dog at a kennel in Sonora. He was a rescue. Pulled from a shelter in Humboldt County by North American Dutch Shepherd Rescue, but set aside for police work when someone saw his potential.
We took the drive to Sonora and I met ‘Pyro’ for the first time. From what I remember, he was standing on top of a cargo container, at least 10’ high, when we pulled in. Keenly watching. I wondered how he could of got on top of something that tall. He was slender, just 51 lbs., still a puppy, yet had huge ears that he hadn’t quite grown into. We took him on loan and headed back to Sacramento.
This little brindle rescue never backed down. There wasn’t anything we could present to him that he would shy away from. He passed each of our tests. He was tough, determined, strong, yet incredibly social. I could tell he was going to be challenging, but we chose him. ‘Pyro’ was renamed ‘Rollo’, his namesake a crabbing boat in Alaska, and we began our journey.
We became a team of firsts for Sac PD – he was the first Dutch Shepherd the K9 Unit had ever chosen, the first rescue, and the youngest dog ever selected. We finished our training and hit the streets, he at just a year old! And he was paired with me, the first female handler for our department.
I quickly learned a few things about Rollo. If you didn’t give him something to do, he would find something to do. My little ‘Dingo’ tested my patience on training days, humbled me on the trial field, yet brought out my proudest moments while working. We were a great team, the best partner I ever had. I would choose him again, over anyone.
At home, the dog that was too much to handle became my son’s first friend. Meeting when he was just 4 months old, and Rollo still a puppy himself, the two of them would grow up together. Rollo would lay next to my son while he was a baby, learning to crawl, stand, sometimes using Rollo for support. Letting him sit on his back like a horse as my son giggled until he fell off. When he was older, they moved to the backyard and became buddies, playing for hours with the hose. Hauling tennis balls in his tractor, “Raw-ro” patiently following behind. Playing baseball, Rollo the best outfielder. Emptying stockings at Christmas. Rollo had one too. He was part of our family.
He loved to go work. And I loved being his partner. Every day, he watched the sun rise through the back window on our morning drive in. It calmed him. I would always reach back and pet his shoulders. Throughout the day he would come through the center and put his paw on my shoulder while I was driving or lean in for a kiss on his nose. He was so affectionate, yet would shift to work mode if he heard the dispatcher raise us, “K9-1”?… He would start barking. It was time to work, Mom.
We were there for the officers. We were their back-up. To search for suspects that had got away or to just handle a call because it was safer to use a police dog. Rollo never recognized danger. He never knew that I was asking him to go first so that our officers could go home safe to their families. I don’t think he would have backed down. He was inherently brave. He had it in him the day I picked him up. He would do anything for me. He earned the badge he wore, and then some.
He was captivating to watch during a search. He could work for hours, never tiring, never giving up. If it was summer and he came across someone’s pool, he would take a quick dip. I wouldn’t mind and my cover officers would usually laugh. If a homeowner happened to see, they would laugh too.
Rollo loved catching bad guys, stealing my Starbucks mochas when I got out of the car, treats from Peggy at the garage, and interrupting his shop friends to lean in for some pets – they never minded. He loved swimming, working on his relax, the pool waterfall, the hose. He loved Dr. Wong, his favorite nurse Leslie. He loved his K9 friends – Ace, Kona, Bosko & Iron. He loved making his rounds at SWAT briefings and roll-calls, our weekend naps, crawling up on his Aunt Chelle’s lap for scratches. He loved me.
And he adored kids. Demos for one class, the whole school. No problem, that meant more pets. He loved when I would idle through a neighborhood with all the windows down in-between calls. He knew exactly what we were doing. He knew if I saw kids, I would stop. Get out. Talk to them. Introduce Rollo who was already leaning halfway out, tongue out happy, waiting for a pet. During his 9 years of service, I used the dog that was too much to handle to make countless connections with the youth in our community and build trust between my uniform, our badges, and them.
Rollo was a warrior to the end. His spirit and bravery that he had as a pup never died. He never gave up on me on the streets and he never gave up at the end in his battle with cancer. I gave up for him.
On November 22, 2019 we stopped for our last peppermint mocha before heading one last time to VCA Animal Hospital. Rollo was surrounded with love – a few K9’s, our old partner Randy circling in the police helicopter above us, family, VCA staff that had cared for him. And loved him.
They say that we are partnered for a reason. That K9s are like their handlers, handlers are like their dogs.
They said he was too much to handle.
I guess we were perfect…
You were never too much for me, Rollo. Find ‘em buddy. Get ‘em outta there… I’ll catch up to you ❤️
-Officer Linda Matthews, Sacramento Police
New Jersey-based animal rescue organization Eleventh Hour Rescue posted a photo on Facebook. Like most of their postings, the photo showed a dog in need of a home. But this time, the photo successfully tugged the heartstrings of many potential owners even more so than usual.
The picture was of a 3-year-old Labrador mix named Moose, sitting obediently by the side of an empty hospital bed. Moose’s previous owner had just died of cancer.
OMG ICE CREAM GIF!
Turtle Mountain Animal Rescue
Why Women Live Longer Than Men
֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎
Wisdom of Phyllis Diller
As your beauty fades, so will his eyesight. -Phyllis Diller
Housework can’t kill you, but why take a chance? -Phyllis Diller
Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing up is like shoveling the sidewalk
before it stops snowing.
The reason women don’t play football is because 11 of them would never wear the same outfit in public.
Best way to get rid of kitchen odors: Eat out.
A bachelor is a guy who never made the same mistake once.
I want my children to have all the things I couldn’t afford. Then I want to move in
Most children threaten at times to run away from home. This is the only thing that
keeps some parents going.
Any time three New Yorkers get into a cab without an argument, a bank has just been robbed.
We spend the first twelve months of our children’s lives teaching them to walk and talk
and the next twelve years telling them to sit down and shut up.
Burt Reynolds once asked me out. I was in his room.
What I don’t like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day.
The only time I ever enjoyed ironing was the day I accidentally got gin in the steam iron.
Old age is when the liver spots show through your gloves.
My photographs don’t do me justice -they look just like me.
Tranquilizers work only if you follow the advice on the bottle – keep away from children.
I asked the waiter, ‘Is this milk fresh?’ He said, ‘Lady, three hours ago it was grass.’
The reason the golf pro tells you to keep your head down is so you can’t see him laughing.
You know you’re old if they have discontinued your blood type.
Pic of The Week