There's something wrong with FatBoy tonight. He was reading a book (The Best Cat Ever, by Cleveland Amory) and then he left for awhile, and brought me the biggest pile of Wendy's Fries I've ever seen. Then, he fed them to me and brushed me afterwards.

I think I'll take him to the vet tomorrow. I'm hoping it's nothing serious.

Only two more months before I turn 8 years old - woo hoo!

FatBoy took me to see Doctor Cold this morning. "Annual physical" or something like that. About an hour before we left, FatBoy gave me a strange new pill (called Diazepam) which was supposed to calm me down. Well, it didn't work - nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah. So, I had a seizure in the LOBBY this morning, and not on the sidewalk. That'll learn him.

At least I was able to squeeze out a fecal sample right there in the lobby, while I was kicking and frothing. Why isn't everyone happy?

Sorry about not posting lately. Nothing wrong, other than it's too HOT outside.

For breakfast, I had the usual: Grammy's Pot Pie (yummm). Then, FatBoy let me lick the bowl after his lunch (lentil soup). Then, I started lettin' em rip and had to relocate after each microburst!

Sandra-Bob then offered this wisdom:

Beans, beans, the magical fruit.
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you toot, the better you feel.
So lift your leg, and let them squeal!

In addition to the new food FatBoy's giving me, I noticed he's changed what he's feeding the short dogs with long tails, too. Lately he's been feeding them EVO wet cat food on even-numbered days, and EVO dry cat food on odd-numbered days.

Pandora and Samantha must really like the wet food, because now they LINE UP in the kitchen when he prepares their dishes (on the even days). And they make the wierdest bark - sounds like "meow! meOW! MEOW!". I wish I could bark like that.

I know he thinks I'm a few pigeons short of a coop, but FatBoy's trying to wean me off food that's mostly corn. This week, he's mixing what's left of my regular food (30 pound bag) and something called AvoDerm. I like the new food a LOT, but now I see yet another different bag sitting up high where I can't reach it. The newest one is called Grammy's Pot Pie and I can hardly wait to try it!

FatBoy had it with him when he returned from the store where he got the New! Improved! peanuts for the blue jays, so I suspect he's found a new source for all of us. I wonder if that includes the short dogs with long tails? I noticed him looking at a website for diabetic cat food a few days ago. I suspect it's all related somehow.

Today it's raining again. I HATE THAT. Whenever I go outside to poop and it's raining, I get mud between my pads. Yuch!

FatBoy took me to see Doctor Cold on Tuesday -- something about routine shots. But, geez .. I hate that place. It's not because of the people inside (they've always been very nice to me). Even the shots don't bother me. It's that %^^& sidewalk in front that makes me crazy - literally. Once I spotted that pattern of bricks, I had another seizure. On command. Everytime I see those bricks, I just lose it. This time, two nice vet assistants came outside when I had the seizure, very concerned.

FatBoy says the seizures last about a minute, followed by a minute of "groggy" and then I'm normal again. It's a good thing they only happen every 6 weeks or so, or EVERY time I go to the vet. Hmmm. He says this is the 7th one I've had, over the past 7 months or so .. they seem to be getting less frequent.

Anyway, I heard FatBoy talking to Doctor Cold this morning, and he says my blood test shows my thyroid at 2.1 (well within the 1.0-4.0 acceptable range). Today, he's going to refill that prescription. I can hardly wait!!!

FatBoy has always used 15 October 2000 as my birthday; he may be right - I don't remember the event (hey! I was just a puppy - give me a break)

Today, he was exchanging emails with Cameron and I watched him pull up a website called Dog Years Calculator and he said that her dog, Jackson, is the equivalent of 41 human years - using the formula on that site.

He's probably right; Jackson looks to be middle-aged. Once FatBoy left the computer, I sneaked (snuck?) in and ran my own calculation. Given that I'm 2727 days old (thanks, timeanddate.com), it looks like I'm almost 43 years old in human years.

How long before I can collect Canine Security?

Go ahead, pull my paw.

Laugh if you must, but I don't like it when FatBoy suddenly changes my food. The least he could do is gradually (over a week or so) get me used to the new stuff.

This happened last week, when he took me aside and said he could no longer find my Food of Choice (like I picked it out anyway) and had to switch brands .. to something called Goodlife Recipe. There for a minute, I thought he was deeply concerned that he had to switch, but then I realized he was Pulling A Hillary and the tears were fake.

Now (tonight) I caught him looking at Dog Food Analysis.com so he may be changing again when this bag is empty.

I don't know why he's concerned, other than the fact that the new brand lets me Toot On Command. Or when I'm sleeping at his feet. Whew! Who cut the cheese?

FatBoy gave me a JumBone this morning - I'm not sure what I did to deserve it.

It's nice outside - already 13C and going to 20C by 5pm. So, I went outside and rolled upside down in the grass. Now, FatBoy's laughing at me because of all the dry grass on my back. Personally, I think it looks *stylish*.

I think FatBoy is insane. A few days ago, he brought home a small fire hydrant and now he wants to wash me with it. What on Earth is he thinking?

Miles departed (with his mom) late Saturday night, or so it seems. Lacking enough brain cells to add 1+1, I didn't really notice until today. We had a good time, running and jumping and schnoozing.

The only thing I didn't like is when Miles tries to climb on top of me from behind .. I'm not sure what he's trying to do, but it seems to make him mildly happy with his wiggles and such, so I tolerate it, mostly.

Miles arrived (with his mom) Sunday night, and will be here for a few weeks, I think. Honestly, I never know when he'll leave again. For now, we'll just touch butts and catnap ...