Sammy has dug under our fence to spend the day with our dogs for over a year now. We have jokingly called her our foster dog, since she has spent the night in our house since Christmas. I had just walked into the house yesterday after an afternoon at my daughter's house, when the phone rang. Hi, this is Ron - we need to talk about the dog. My heart sank. He sounded angry and I figured he was going to want his dog back. I couldn't have been more wrong.
He was calling to see if we wanted to adopt Sammy. They are walking away from their house - his salary with the State of Nevada has been reduced yet again and they just cannot afford to stay here. He explained their plans and I applaud him for shepherding his family to an livable solution. Many men would walk at this point. He loves it out here and I know how much this is costing him emotionally. He was relieved that we wanted to take his dog. This is the second time in one week that I've had to put a face to this recession.
Last Friday we went to a little gathering - one of my DS Josh's friends Jerrry has had a turn of fortune. His company, which grinds lenses for our eye glasses, has determined that to stay economincally competitive, they have to relocate their U.S. plants to Indonesia. They're retained Jerry to asssist in the transition, and when it is done in November, he gets to look for a new job. Sobering.
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