Remmington

It's been some days since I posted any pictures from my day-to-day travels as I drive around in Amishland going about my job. It was a REALLY nice day here in the northeast; what I call a 'California day.' Bright sunshine, dry air, moderate temps, too. It was a great day here to be outside. Hopefully, the promise of Spring this time will be true.

I had just one scheduled job today. I was sent to re-wire a house that some 'code I-D-ten-T' tampered with the lines. I was 'scheduled' to be there from four to six hours. The boss had been out to look at it; he briefed me on his plan. I altered his plan and was done in less than four hours on-site work time; did a nice job, too.

The people were very nice. I knew they were born- and-raised in Lancaster County. I spent four hours working and talking with them. Not once did they say, 'Do you want or need something to drink?' The way I was brought-up it would be natural for me to say to someone working in my home, 'If you need anything, please feel free to ask.' Not here. I am sure I have alluded to that before.

I finished my Friday rewiring project around 2PM. I took my lunch and on a quiet nice afternoon I was dispatched to reconnect the cable of a customer who had been disconnected for non-payment of their bill. There were no 'troubles' for us to take care of. I reported my job location to the office dispatch over the company radio. I hauled the ladder off the van; carried it 100 feet to the pole, climbed it, turned it on. It might take me two minutes to do that as I am 'up at the tap.'

I got back on the ground, carried and loaded the ladder back onto the van. I began driving and waited to get an opportunity to report I had completed my task to the company dispatch. As I rounded the corner driving slowly I noticed a small black dog being tended by his owner outside their house. I had to stop with my work clip-board in my hand.

The owner of the dog was a big tattooed 'Harley-looking' kind of guy. I stopped my brightly advertised work van. I got out and crossed the street with my silver work clip-board in my hand. As I approached he asked, 'What's Up?' He thought I was there to disconnect him; told me that later as he had just paid the bill.

I smiled and didn't say a word. I opened my clip-board and pulled out a picture that was paper-clipped onto the one side of my folding metal clip-board. I handed it to him. It was a close-up facial picture of my beloved female Pug named, Oprah. He smiled as he held the leash to his black pug. I reached into my stash of pictures and pulled out a couple more. I told him, her name was Oprah and she was one GREAT dog. I told him I promised her when I had to put her to sleep that any time I saw one I would stop to say hello as I knew there would be a little bit of her in each-and-every-one. Their black pug was named 'Remmington. He understood and invited me into their home. I had a nice brief visit with them.

The first picture above is 'Op' with a friend.

The bottom two are of 'Remmy' with his owner.

He's surely another beautiful pug. No doubt about it!