I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left over for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories circulated on the news about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I went to the grocery store to purchase some dog food. As I started to walk down the pet food isle I noticed an elderly couple already there. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her search to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife loud enough to be heard on the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks?" I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle came to an abrupt end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left over for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories circulated on the news about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I went to the grocery store to purchase some dog food. As I started to walk down the pet food isle I noticed an elderly couple already there. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her search to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife loud enough to be heard on the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle came to an abrupt end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left over for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories circulated on the news about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I went to the grocery store to purchase some dog food. As I started to walk down the pet food isle there was an elderly couple already there. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her search to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife loud enough to be heard on the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle came to an abrupt end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left over for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories circulated on the news about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I went to the grocery store to purchase some dog food. As I came to the pet food isle there was an elderly couple already there. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her search to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife loud enough to be heard on the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle came to an abrupt end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories circulated on the news about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I went to the grocery store to purchase some dog food. As I came to the pet food isle there was an elderly couple already there. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her search to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife loud enough to be heard on the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle came to an abrupt end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories circulated on the news about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I went to the grocery store to purchase some dog food. As I came to the pet food isle there was an elderly couple already there. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her search to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife loud enough to be heard on the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an abrupt end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories circulated on the news about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I went to the grocery store to purchase some dog food. As I came to the pet food isle there was an elderly couple already there. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her search to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife loud enough to even be heard in the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an abrupt end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories circulated on the news about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I went to the grocery store to purchase some dog food. As I came to the pet food isle there was an elderly couple already there. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her search to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife in a louder than normal volume so as to even be heard even in the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an abrupt end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories circulated on the news about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I went to the grocery store to purchase some dog food. As I came to the pet food isle there was an elderly couple already there. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her attempts to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife in a louder than normal volume so as to even be heard even in the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an abrupt end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories circulated on the news about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I was at the grocery store purchasing some dog food. In the same isle was an elderly couple. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her attempts to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife in a louder than normal volume so as to even be heard even in the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an abrupt end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories were circulating about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I was at the grocery store purchasing some dog food. In the same isle was an elderly couple. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her attempts to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife in a louder than normal volume so as to even be heard even in the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an abrupt end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories were circulating about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I was at the grocery store purchasing some dog food. In the same isle was an elderly couple. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her attempts to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife in a louder than normal volume so as to even be heard even in the next isle, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories were circulating about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I was at the grocery store purchasing some dog food. In the same isle was an elderly couple. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her attempts to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife in a louder than normal volume, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days when the stories were circulating about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I was at the grocery store purchasing some dog food. In the same isle was an elderly couple. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle loading and unloading and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her attempts to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife in a louder than normal volume, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days while those stories about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I was at the grocery store purchasing some dog food. In the same isle was an elderly couple. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle loading and unloading and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her attempts to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife in a louder than normal volume, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always just left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days while those stories about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I was at the grocery store purchasing some dog food. In the same isle was an elderly couple. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle loading and unloading and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her attempts to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife in a louder than normal volume, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an end.

I remember the last time a story like this took off. I think it was during another recession period back in the 70's. Not sure if the story had any more truth to it then as it does now. But, it did serve to make some of us younger people be more mindful of the elderly in our communities. The apartment complex where I lived regularly took up collections for a monthly food run for an elderly couple that also lived there. By the time they payed their rent and utilities, there was not much left for food. We always just left the food at their front door. They never knew who their guardian angels were. But I know that they were grateful.

A funny thing happened to me during those recession days while those stories about seniors being forced to eat pet food due to strained finances. I was at the grocery store purchasing some dog food. In the same isle was an elderly couple. The wife was picking up cans of pet food and reading the labels intently while the husband stood behind her just observing. It seemed like the typical scene of a husband being drug along on a shopping excursion to contribute nothing more than his muscle loading and unloading and his wallet. He saw me coming down the isle and looked at me with a hello smile and a nod as if to somehow break up the boredom. His wife took no notice of me as she continued to pick up different cans of dog food in her attempts to find just the right choice. As I started to look for my own dog food among the various selections, I heard the husband say to his wife in a louder than normal volume, "Oh honey. Can't we eat hamburger like regular folks." I thought I would die laughing. The wife was not amused and gave him a love smack. Needless to say, his tortured existence on the grocery store dog food isle abruptly came to an end.