A couple of you have been hounding me, (pun intended) for a puppy update. I have come to learn that it is difficult to take pictures of big, black dogs that look good. I think there are two reasons for that. First, it is hard to get the lighting right and two, they hardly ever stop moving. I have taken dozens, if not hundreds of pictures, but I’m a “point and shoot” guy and I am just starting to learn to use a camera manually.
But, I was thinking the other night…..I am spending thousands of dollars a year for my daughter to be a “Vis-Comm” (Visual Communications) major at USC, so why not ask her to take a few?
Jelly, (aka Elissa) is home for break so I recruited her to take a few shots of the dogs yesterday, while I was pulling a 12- hour shift at ADPS Station #3. She didn’t let me down and she even came over to take a few shots of me with the engine I was driving.
Here are a few pictures, taken by Elissa “Jelly” Visotski, along with witty commentary by yours truly.
Big Red, sometimes known as “Secretariat”, referring to the race horse, whose name was originally “Big Red”, is pushing seventy pounds. He is very playful, but for some reason, he is not able to jump up onto to surfaces, such as a bed. That however, is a blessing in disguise. He doesn’t eat, he “inhales” his food, a curious trait.
“Kenzie” is a bit smaller, faster and surely dominant over her male sibling. She is also the official “irrigation engineer” for the family, always looking to dig new trenches to collect water and to bury items of interest. She is stealth about her digging, but one of these days I’m going to catch her and she will be in for a big surprise.
Maggie and Snickers seem to be aging rapidly among the puppies. Maybe it’s just easier to notice when they are side by side. They will though, from time to time, take on the puppies and give them a run for their money. They can play hard for a few minutes, but don’t have the endurance to keep it going.
The other evening, a young, wayward armadillo made the fatal error of meandering through our yard while the dogs were out. Snickers lead the charge and soon the scene resembled something out of Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom. I wasn’t home, but two of my daughters will never forget that evening…or at least that’s what they tell me.
All but the newest readers of this blog know that for the 32 years I have been involved in funeral service, (undertaking), I have also been involved in emergency services. Currently, I work part-time, (it’s one of my hobbies and I would do it for free…but they want to pay me) for Aiken Dept of Public Safety as a “Reserve Driver/Operator”, meaning I fill in for someone who is out sick or at special training. My job is to safely get the fire engine to the fire and to establish a water supply for those attacking the fire.
In a broader sense, my job at the firehouse is the same as my job at the funeral home…to “mitigate chaos”.
Yesterday, I was assigned to work at Station 3, located on Richland Ave. West, near the top of Kalmia Hill. It is a “single engine house”, but also home to our rescue trailer. Usually a quiet place to work, yesterday we had two calls for minor, kitchen fires.
Aside from doing that, I also fight fires when needed, but have decided it’s time to step down from that activity. Firefighting is a young man’s job and being fifty-one years old, six-foot four and two hundred and sixty pounds, (and not in the physical shape I used to be in), I have decided that I will stick to driving and pumping and leave the crawling around in burning buildings to the “kids”.