Excerpts from a Dog's Diary...
8:00 am - Dog Food! My Favorite Thing!Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...
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 - Milkbones! 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!
"Day 983 of my captivity...
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 remarks about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
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 I can 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..."
2 comments:
I'm going to have to go with the canary in the elevated cell. Paul would say that's perfect for me.
We have several of the same species at our house. Except the Dog thinks his job is to build a nest with his excess hair in the wash room and drink out of the toilet! The smaller growley animals are at least as evil the one that commented on your page. Yesterday I spent 30 minutes working in my quiet clean sanctuary ( wood shop ) before I realized that the funny sticky sawdust that was clinging to my boots wasn't really from wood! I spent the rest of my wood working time quietly stalking this elusive beast.
David Stacey
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