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What pets write in their diaries



Excerpt from a Dog's Diary........  

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!  
9:30 am - A car ride!  My favorite thing! 
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite  thing! 
10:30 am - Got  rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!  
1:00 pm - Played in  the yard! My favorite thing! 
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!  
5:00 pm - Milk Bones!  My favorite thing! 
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite  thing! 
8:00 pm - Wow!  Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


Excerpt from a Cat's Diary........
My captors continue  to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly  on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some  sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations  perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep  up my strength. 

The  only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt  to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. 

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would  strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I  am capable of..
 However, they merely made condescending comments  about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards. 

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for  the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and  smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power  of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my  advantage. 

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my  tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try  this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.  

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more  than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. 

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe... 
for now.

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