So Long Fat Guy

What a rough...errr... ruff week I had. My person had some other person visit for what seemed like forever.

It wasn't so bad really. I mean who can complain about having someone extra to roll over and show my gorgeous belly too right?

Thing is, he took my seat in the truck. MY seat! Can't he read the name on the door? FRED. Not FAT GUY!

I had to spend the whole week on the floor in the back of the truck.

Is this how a king should be treated? I think not.

Anyway he's gone and I'm back in front where I belong

p.s. ... and I'm not leaving.