It was one of those warm, pleasant nights in Johns Creek this week and I was puffing on a very nice Avo Uvezian out on the deck. Charlie was grumbling a bit more than usual despite his favorite pacifier – a large Milkbone dog treat. I knew what he was irritated about. His visit to the vet for a check-up this week was of the unfavorable “probing” nature.
“Felt like a victim of an alien abduction,” he snarled.
“I know,” I responded.
“How, Dude,” he asked indignantly. “How could you possibly know?”
“I had to visit the bank this week,” I replied. “They needed to ‘update’ my info.”
“Didn’t see the fun in that visit, did ya’?”
“Didn’t see the need for the visit – or the questions,” I answered.
I had gone in when someone had, apparently, stolen my business account debit card number and was trying to
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