Post by unicorn on Jan 24, 2007 10:42:55 GMT -5
Dog's Diary entries...
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>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 my master! My favorite thing!
>
>11:00 pm Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
>
>
>Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
>
>Day 683 of my captivity:
>
>My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
>
>They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates 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 floor.
>
>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. The
audacity!
>
>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. The
>captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he
is
>safe.......for now...
>
>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 my master! My favorite thing!
>
>11:00 pm Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
>
>
>Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
>
>Day 683 of my captivity:
>
>My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
>
>They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates 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 floor.
>
>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. The
audacity!
>
>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. The
>captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he
is
>safe.......for now...