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

I'm thinking of putting my info up on Dogster

"Dog photo web pages. Dog breed pictures and information, dog stories, dog photo galleries, puppy pix, puppy gallery, cute fun puppies! Free dog web pages, bio, stories and news."

but I'm not sure if FatBoy would approve.

Being a black Lab, my intro would be something like:

"I'm a 5 year old black bitch. Wanna party?"

Last night, I was in the backyard around midnight, and heard a sound in the bushes. Being the curious critter that I am, I went to investigate, and saw the oddest looking dog I've ever seen! The dog barked at me, but it sounded really weak (more like a hiss), so I picked it up and carried it to the back door, so that FatBoy would be proud of me:


Needless to say, my new friend was tired, and fell asleep. 

I was tired, too, so I went inside and slept in the air conditioning. But - the next morning, I noticed that my new friend had vanished! FatBoy seemed relieved, and mentioned something about "Playing Possum". That must be a new game he's going to teach me. I can hardly wait!!

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

I never met Books, but I bet I would've liked him. Books was the Bookstore Dog at NerdBooks in Richardson. To hear FatBoy tell it, Books was a chocolate Lab(rador Retriever).

Apparently, Books the Dog died a few days ago. His owner, Dave, is mourning the loss, after bringing Books with him to work thousands of times, both in their California location and now in Richardson.

FatBoy gave me an extra hug today, and looked just a bit sad when he told me the news.

I wonder what happened to Alejandra? It's been more than a few weeks since she and her daughter, Maria, came here to clean the house. I used to love barking at the vacuum cleaner! Maybe they voluntarily went back across the Rio Grande, to live Happily Ever After?

Meanwhile, I was surfing the `net while FatBoy was away, and wandered across this: Baby Names - Beta. Does this mean that I'm Greek? I thought I was Canadian (Labrador)??

okay, exactly who is this "Dino" person that I'm supposedly so much alike?

every once in awhile (daily) I hear a vicious human outside, armed with an Uzi or a baseball bat, and I awake from my slumber in order to chase off this Evil Doer. this necessitates running at high speed from one end of the house to another, often running into/through one of the small dogs (with the long tails) or sometimes FatBoy.

FatBoy then says "Dino!!!" and starts laughing. I don't get the joke. And, being a canine, I'm incapable of laughter.

So stop it with the Dino references, okay?

I wish FatBoy would make up his mind. Thankfully, he gives me the same brand of food all the time - Beneful Healthy Radiance formula. I don't like change. I'm a dog, in case he didn't notice. We dogs like routine.

What annoys me (and maybe he'll read my blog, since he obviously doesn't understand my spoken word) is that he gets different kinds of treats. Most of the time, he comes home with those heart-shaped treats from Petsmart - vegetable or shark flavor. Don't get me wrong - they're crunchy and tasty - but then the next day he'll give me one of those all-natural peanut butter treats from Whole Foods Market. Don't get me wrong - they're crunchy and tasty - but then the next day he'll give me those heart-shaped treats from Petsmart - vegetable or shark flavor.

Don't get me wrong - they're crunchy and tasty - but then the next day he'll give me one of those all-natural peanut butter treats from Whole Foods Market. Don't get me wrong - they're crunchy and tasty - but then the next day he'll give me those heart-shaped treats from Petsmart - vegetable or shark flavor. Don't get me wrong - they're crunchy and tasty - but then the next day he'll give me one of those all-natural peanut butter treats from Whole Foods Market.

Oops .. here he comes .. gotta go! More later on this Very Important Subject.

What a cool new toy! FatBoy came home with a new toy today - I'll call it RedDot. The Fat Cat knew immediately what to do. She showed me how to sit in wait, until RedDot appeared on the carpet. Then, the chase was ON.

Of course, I wanted to get in on the action, too, but sometimes RedDot went under the clocktail table and FatCat could get to it easily .. it was harder for me, but I did learn how to dive underneath and come out the other side. Sometimes, FatCat tried to monopolize RedDot (which only seems to come out when FatBoy is in the room .. I'm not sure why).

update: turns out RedDot is really called a Laser Pointer (I found the discarded box it came in). It apparently runs on 2 AA batteries. I wonder if they taste good?

Honestly, I don't know what the excitement was about. It seems that FatBoy left town for a 2-day trip to Californica, and he asked The Two Nice People to check on the small dogs (with the long tails) and I.

Early the next morning, The Nice Lady came by and played with us, and then The Nice Man visited us in the afternoon. And then I got to watch TV and catch up on my sleep. When FatBoy returned (sometime after midnight last night), The Nice Man was with him, who seemed happy to have his car back. Something must've been going on, but for the life of me, I can't figure it out.

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.

It rained last night and this morning, and the backyard is still soaked. A couple times, FatBoy let me out to do #1 and #2 but I've never liked Going Potty when the ground is wet.

So, about 10:30pm I finally felt it was dry enough (well, okay .. it was dark and I couldn't tell one way or another) so .. out I went. Yuck. Now I have wet leaves and mud stuck between my pads. When I came inside, FatBoy tried to wipe most of the mud-leaf mix onto the rug by the door, but he didn't get it all.

Then, he made me sit in the kitchen for an hour or so while it dried! Now, when I snuck back to the office to update My Blog, I didn't track anything on the carpet. Where's the fun in that??

I went for a short ride in FatBoy's car today. Then, the nice man at the vet squirted liquid up my nose (I think the called it Bordatella, or Portobella, or something like that). He also put a camera down my ears, checked out my pretty teeth, and made sure all my bones were where they belonged.

With that much excitement, I came home and napped all afternoon. Wouldn't you be worn out if someone poked and prodded you that way?

Oops .. gotta go .. I can hear FatBoy coming down the hal

Sometimes, I think FatBoy doesn't think I'm smart.

Yesterday, he returned from fetching the mail (I can't do that because the box is too high off the ground) and removed his long-sleeved shirt and draped it over my back. For the life of me, I don't know why he does that. I can't reach back there to remove it, and I ended up walking from one side of the house to the other until it slid off somewhere. He seemed to think this was funny.

He did a similar stunt a few days ago. After buying something at the drive-thru, he brought home French Fries for me! This is always a lot of fun -- they're tasty, and he only eats the smallest (crispy) ones in the container. But this time, he'd place one or two between my shoulder blades. Argh! I cannot figure out how to get to them! I tried grabbing them with my tongue, but it's not long enough. Next, I tried reaching from the left side, instead of the right. Still nothing. And there FatBoy sits, laughing and pointing at me.

I'll get him back. Some night when he's sleeping, I'll gnaw off one of his legs. That'll teach him to torment me.

When I finally get a driver's license and a car, I'm going to have vanity plates:

DOFUBO

get it -- Dog Food Bowl! Pretty cool, huh?

I hate having to sneak around behind FatBoy's back, but he's been grumpy the past few days. I don't think it has anything to do with me or the small dogs (with the long tails) .. he's just in one of Those Moods.

Last Saturday, my little friend Rambo left after some Giant Woman (well, okay, I'm only 24 inches tall, so everyone seems giant to me) came to get him. I gave the house a sniff-over when he left, and then decided to take a nap. I deserved it.

Rambo's been here over a week, and I think he'll be leaving soon. I overheard a message on FatBoy's answering machine, about "bringing him home", so ... it's probably just a matter of time.

This canine (I think someone said he's a Welch Corgi) gets away with murder. This morning, he decided to whiz (and whiz and whiz) on the black cat's litterbox; I guess he got a smell of the fecal matter inside and couldn't avoid contributing to the aroma. I heard FatBoy say a few choice words before grabbing the paper towels. At least Rambo had the courtesy of letting loose on a tile floor instead of the carpets .. this time.