"Now, I am going to leave Charlie $150 of your money for you to have fast food meals every night," Dad told me. "Charlie will treat you well and take good care of you. I will be back next Friday."
Charlie will take damn good care of me... was what I was thinking and musing in my thoughts.
I am going to miss my father, but I grew very excited about the prospect of having Charlie administering my medications. You can bet your bottom dollar that Charlie will be here at 9 PM sharp every night with medications, food, drinks and lots of love. The Magster will be elated to see him every night for a week as well. He is the beta dog after all.
Boo! Where is the Ectoplasm?
I don't believe in the metaphysical or supernatural but found this ad intriguing...
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