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22 June 2015
“Good morning, Chuck. How was your weekend?”
“Some good, some bad. After you left on Friday I was nearly attacked by a dog, a big dog, a German Shepherd. He came bounding across the street at me and just stopped about three feet from me. Its owner apologized. I said to him, “That dog has no collar, no licence and no leash. The next time I see it, I’m calling the police.” The stupidity of people baffles me sometimes!
“I took Goldie to the vet. He removed her bandages and said that the incision was healing well. She still has staples in her side. I asked if I could have her clipped for the summer, but he said it was too soon, the clippers may catch on a staple. I didn’t agree, but what am I going to do? She’ll just have to wait.
“On Saturday, I was invited to the birthday party of my grand-niece. The party was about five miles from where I live, so I used my vehicle — I’m still not sure what to call it. Anyway, I had the window down, a guy reached in and grabbed a crucifix I was wearing. The chain didn’t break, but he got away with the crucifix. I wasn’t concerned about the monetary value, but that was a gift from a very special friend. It had a lot of sentimental value, something I can’t replace. Who would do something like that? Probably a crack-head who thought he could sell it for a couple of bucks.
The rest of the day went well. It’s nice to see family once in a while. I never would have recognized a lot of the people there. Some of them didn’t recognize me. I went to the mall had coffee with my friends. That’s about all.”
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