Chuck Diesel’s Cancer Scare

I’ll tell you what I got to thinking when they started throwing the words “Charlie Dawg” and “biopsy” around: “Baby Hickey may never get to meet the best dog in the whole wide world, and damned if I’m going to get some bargain basement replacement to cover that up.”
Well, the bride just got a call since I was out shopping for banana bread and chick peas; the message therein was this:
Charlie Dawg is cancer-free. Just got some benign phosphates or something like that which led to dew claw falling off and more than a month of anxiety. This is good news. And, Charlie tells me that she appreciates erbody’s concern. Seriously, she just told me to tell yous that. In English, no less.