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 ...

Rambo was here for a visit last week. Apparently his owner was in the hospital. You may remember that he's short; I heard FatBoy say something about "Welsh Corgi" but he didn't look like grape jelly to me.

Anyway, he has some weird habits. One of them is his reaction when FatBoy presses that button on his desk, many times a day. I think he calls it a KVM Switch, but I can't see up there, so I don't know what it does, other than make a little sound which drove Rambo crazy every time he'd press it. And, Rambo never learned - he'd bark like crazy every time the switch was pressed, which often interrupted my cat naps.

Honestly, I'm glad he's gone. Now I can get some uninterrupted rest.

I brought Pammy (my opossum) to the backdoor for another visit last night. She lives under the storage shed in the backyard, and keeps getting bigger and bigger, so she must be eating plenty of bugs. FatBoy says I'm no longer a Labrador Retriever, and am now an Opossum Retriever.

This is the third time I've brought it to the backdoor, but this is the first time I wanted to bring it inside (it was 1AM - and YES I can tell time!).

FatBoy politely (!) told me NO and I dropped it in the threshold; he then got a broom handle and pushed it fully outside, and invited me in for the night. By morning, Pammy was gone.

FatBoy says there are some good 'possum recipes on the web, so maybe he'll cook it up if I bring it home again?

I just heard that my Best Friend Forever (Miles) isn't feeling good. He's on anti-inflammatory meds and muscle relaxants. He was in the emergency room yesterday morning! Every 8 hours he gets one large pill, then once a day he gets some anti-inflammatory liquid. And NO activity for the next 5-7 days.

Poor little guy! At least he quit shaking!

(all this info from an email that Miles' mom sent to FatBoy, which he read to me)

There are times when it's really nice not having a brain.

My best friend Miles was here the past several weeks, and he left Friday afternoon. While he was here, I had a great time running and jumping with him, not to mention sleeping next to him at night, butts touching.

Now that he's gone, well, I don't miss him (because I have no brain). I didn't wander through the house and backyard looking for him. As long as my food dish is full when I'm hungry, and my water dish is full when I'm thirsty, I'm a happy camper.

Now, it's time for a nap.

Miles left a few weeks ago, but FatBoy told me (this morning) that he's returning tomorrow for a longer visit.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!!

Why is it that when Miles comes to visit, he has to sleep with his butt cheek touching mine?

Well, I'm going to sleep early tonight. Miles and I had a great time while he was here this week. There's nothing like having a creature of your same species with whom to play .. to, well .. lift your spirits. Sadly, he and his mom left this afternoon about 5pm, according to the clock on FatBoy's wall.

We both recovered nicely from that brief encounter with The Cat Under The Shed, but I suspect she's still out there, waiting for me to stick my nose underneath for a look-see.

Quite a few humans seem to think that Miles is my puppy, but since he's several years older than me, I don't think that's possible. I do acknowledge the family resemblance, though. Both of us have four feet, a tail, a red collar, black fur ...