I've been eating Beneful for a couple years, but not because I have much of a choice. FatBoy has never taken me to the grocery store, but I've heard that he could take me to Petsmart.

I've never been much of a socialite; I prefer spending time around small dogs (with long tails) or humans. Most other dogs I've met just want to sniff my butt, although I'm not sure I understand why. I read on a website that I can know another dog's health by butt-sniffing, but there just has to be a better way.

The FatBoy returned! He gave me some cold French fries, which he says he got as part of a combo meal at a Burger King somewhere in east Texas. I scarfed `em down anyway.

The people who watched me while FatBoy was away were very nice, but I'll rest easier tonight, now that things are back to normal.

Some strangers have come here, twice a day, for the past few days. They've been changing my water and feeding me and the short dogs (with the long tails). And there's a guy in a uniform who opens the gates and checks the doors several times a day.

All this is interrupting my routine. I wonder what happened to FatBoy?

I'm not sure what happened, but FatBoy left this morning, not long after he got an early phone call. He said I could play on the Internet for the next week.

Did I ever mention my microchip? I can't feel it, but it's good to know it's there.

A couple years ago, FatBoy paid a vet to inject this thing under my skin .. around my shoulderblade. It's about the size of a rice kernel, and can be read by special scanners that most vets, and all animal shelters have. That way, if I'm ever lost and separated from my collar, they'll still know who I am.