I dropped Reggie off with Aunt Beth and Uncle Paul. I wasn’t planning on staying long, but they offered food. When offered food at their house, one would be a fool to refuse it. It was good—spicy, but good.
I miss Reggie already, but I needed to get him out of here so I could get some work done. I miss his little heavy breathing, and the next two days are going to be long. But this will be good for both of us. When I left, he was giving Buddy a run for his money. They have three “purples” to play with and the objective appeared to be keeping them away from each other. Incidentally, I stopped by WalMart and picked up three more. I’m done. No more Purples. If we run out, Reggie will need to find a new favorite toy. However, we won’t run out for quite some time.
I haven’t said much about the illegal alien crisis our country is in. I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t being hypocritical about how I feel toward my friend who is going through the immigration process. He’s had to work hard to go through the process legally. Why can’t everyone else? He didn’t sneak across the border. He had to have an employer sponsor his work visa. That’s the way it should be. He followed the rules. Why can’t everyone else? I’m not a fan of amnesty for those who are currently illegal. They broke the law. They should go back where they came from and enter the country legally. The media keeps saying that the illegals are doing the work that Americans won’t. This is the United States of America. We’ll adapt. We always do.