Dear FayWhat, So… I might be a terrible boyfriend. My man has been acting shady — late-night texts, “work meetings” that last till 2 a.m., and a new obsession with cologne that I didn’t buy him. So, in a moment of gay panic, I did what any rational man would do… I attached a tiny GPS tracker to my Frenchie’s collar before sending him on “doggy playdates” with my boyfriend. Now I know everywhere they go. And let’s just say… my dog’s been to more hotel lobbies than Paris Hilton. Am I insane for wanting proof, or just a gay Sherlock Holmes with trust issues? Be honest, Fay — am I the problem here, or is he? Signed, Spy Daddy!
