I was buying a large bag of Purina at Wal-Mart for my Golden Retriever and was in line to check out. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog. On impulse, I told her no, I was starting The Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I had ended up in the hospital last time. However, I had lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms. I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a guy who was behind her. Horrified, she asked if I'd ended up in the hospital in that condition because I had been poisoned. I told her no; it was because, "I had been sitting in the street licking my butt and a car hit me." One guy was laughing so hard as he staggered out the door, I thought he was going to have a heart attack.