A fire broke out at an Ogden restaurant today at around 2 p.m. Inside the restaurant were regular Michael Freeman, manager Pedro Sanchez, his brother Miguel Sanchez, and Miguel’s two daughters. Deputy Fire Chief Greg Chamberlain says that the cause of the fire was most likely a grease fire in the kitchen. Pedro Sanchez, the manager of the restaurant, was in the kitchen when the fire broke out. He says “[I] tried to put it out with the extinguisher,” when that didn’t work he started yelling for people to get out.
Two of the people inside were Pedro’s two and four year old nieces, they were taken to the hospital for smoke inhalation. Pedro says they are doing fine. As for the restaurant the damage is extensive and repairing it will take a while but Pedro is hopeful they’ll come back, “I love having a restaurant. It’s my life. We will come back.”
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Even Dogs Are On Prosac...
See that sweet innocent Alaskan malamute? His name is Skippy, and he tried to kill me. A little bit of background on Skippy. Skippy was adopted from Best Friends Utah in December of 2005, when my dad got Skippy he realized there would be some issues because Skippy had been abused throughout his life, but my dad was willing to let Skippy into the house.
Things were not easy for Skippy in his new home. Skippy and my dad's step children had their fair share of tiffs. Skippy had bit Wesley, Desiree, and Sarah and made countless other threats. I personally don't blame Skippy for any of these tiffs, but Skippy was walking a thin line between a home and the shelter. Then in July my dad's wife filed for divorce and everything changed for Skippy. The house was sold and the 3 cats, lizard, snake, fish, turtle and Skippy were divided up. My dad's wife took the cats, and my dad was left with the rest.
Let's just say Skippy was under a lot of stress, his home was being torn apart, strangers were in and out all the time, and it was imminent that he would loose his half acre yard. Skippy being a dog couldn't understand what was going on, but it was clear he knew something was wrong because he acted up more than ever. After the house was sold I stayed with my dad for a week to help him move out, Skippy and I didn't hit it off. The stupid dog would stand at the top of the stairs and growl at me, glare at me, snap at me, and sit outside my room as if daring me to try and leave without losing an appendage. At that point in time Skippy was just starting on an anti-depressant for dogs called clomipramine, the only anti-anxiety drug FDA approved for both humans and their canine counterparts. Every morning my dad, the only person Skippy got along with, would slip the pill into a Vienna sausage and Skippy would unknowingly scarf it down. Thank heaven there is no law about force medicating your dog.
A few weeks after this Skippy was still in a stressful situation, but something had changed, I was Skippy's best friend. I would come over to the new house to visit and Skippy would jump up and down with excitement, wag his tail, and bark with joy. To my amazement I started to love the little mutt, I guess it wasn't hard to forgive him because I love dogs.
Now about six months later Skippy is off of clomipromine and I am still Skippy's best friend. I don't know if it is Skippy's now steady environment or the fact that getting away from Wesley, Desiree and Sarah is bound to normalize anyone, including a dog. One thing is certain, the clomipromine helped transition Skippy. Today he is a relatively normal, happy dog. He'll dance in time to Buddy Rich, play in the snow, watch the Raiders loose, and gobble up the doggy breath mints he got for Christmas. Skippy still has a temper, a tragic side effect from being abused, but its clear that he is the loving dog he always could be.
Things were not easy for Skippy in his new home. Skippy and my dad's step children had their fair share of tiffs. Skippy had bit Wesley, Desiree, and Sarah and made countless other threats. I personally don't blame Skippy for any of these tiffs, but Skippy was walking a thin line between a home and the shelter. Then in July my dad's wife filed for divorce and everything changed for Skippy. The house was sold and the 3 cats, lizard, snake, fish, turtle and Skippy were divided up. My dad's wife took the cats, and my dad was left with the rest.
Let's just say Skippy was under a lot of stress, his home was being torn apart, strangers were in and out all the time, and it was imminent that he would loose his half acre yard. Skippy being a dog couldn't understand what was going on, but it was clear he knew something was wrong because he acted up more than ever. After the house was sold I stayed with my dad for a week to help him move out, Skippy and I didn't hit it off. The stupid dog would stand at the top of the stairs and growl at me, glare at me, snap at me, and sit outside my room as if daring me to try and leave without losing an appendage. At that point in time Skippy was just starting on an anti-depressant for dogs called clomipramine, the only anti-anxiety drug FDA approved for both humans and their canine counterparts. Every morning my dad, the only person Skippy got along with, would slip the pill into a Vienna sausage and Skippy would unknowingly scarf it down. Thank heaven there is no law about force medicating your dog.
A few weeks after this Skippy was still in a stressful situation, but something had changed, I was Skippy's best friend. I would come over to the new house to visit and Skippy would jump up and down with excitement, wag his tail, and bark with joy. To my amazement I started to love the little mutt, I guess it wasn't hard to forgive him because I love dogs.
Now about six months later Skippy is off of clomipromine and I am still Skippy's best friend. I don't know if it is Skippy's now steady environment or the fact that getting away from Wesley, Desiree and Sarah is bound to normalize anyone, including a dog. One thing is certain, the clomipromine helped transition Skippy. Today he is a relatively normal, happy dog. He'll dance in time to Buddy Rich, play in the snow, watch the Raiders loose, and gobble up the doggy breath mints he got for Christmas. Skippy still has a temper, a tragic side effect from being abused, but its clear that he is the loving dog he always could be.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Fatal Rollover
Practice News Story
Fatal Van Rollover
At about 4 p.m. January 16, 2007 a van carrying ten Utah State students and their instructor rolled on Interstate 84. So far there have been eight fatalities, including the instructor Evan Parker, the other three have been flown to an Ogden hospital, their exact condition is unknown.
The victims were on a field trip for the College of Agriculture to Greenline Implements. Kyle Holden of Greenline Implements was traveling with them in a separate vehicle. Highway patrolman Ed Michaud describes the scene as the "In 15 years of service this is the worst I've seen." The cause of the rollover has been attributed to high velocity and mechanical malfunction, exact cause of the accident is under investigation.
Fatal Van Rollover
At about 4 p.m. January 16, 2007 a van carrying ten Utah State students and their instructor rolled on Interstate 84. So far there have been eight fatalities, including the instructor Evan Parker, the other three have been flown to an Ogden hospital, their exact condition is unknown.
The victims were on a field trip for the College of Agriculture to Greenline Implements. Kyle Holden of Greenline Implements was traveling with them in a separate vehicle. Highway patrolman Ed Michaud describes the scene as the "In 15 years of service this is the worst I've seen." The cause of the rollover has been attributed to high velocity and mechanical malfunction, exact cause of the accident is under investigation.
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