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Excerpts from your Pet’s Daily Diary…

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 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…………….
Excerpts 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!
(I cannot claim credit for these, as they merely found their way into my Inbox and they were too funny to not share.)
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about 1 year ago
The dog one is so funny, when I babysit Sam, even before he started to get senile, it would be I would get up from where I was sitting and he would jump up and run to the kitchen’ “She’s moving, she must want to feed me” and if I moved past the kitchen, “Oh she’s moving she must want to walk me” and when I sat back down “Oh she must want me in her lap”. Keep in mind Sam is a medium sized German shephard/hound and only marginally (and I mean marginally) a lap dog.
Repeat the above actions every frigging time you would move!
Cats, well I’ve given up trying to predict cats, though this part of the diary is dead accurate…
How many times I twisted/bumped/strained body parts trying not to step on my cat, sheesh! The beasts do have an amazing sense of entitlement too.
Some where in cat heaven (or maybe hell) I think Moogoo is saying “And? Your point being?”.
about 1 year ago
Oh My Word.
I’m roaring with laughter. It’s so true! Every damn word!
Brilliant, just brilliant.
about 1 year ago
The two rottweilers we owned when I was a kid were kept outside, but occasionally we would let them inside the house. Both dogs were large, but the male was huge. He also thought of himself as a lap dog. He wouldn’t lay on your lap, he would literally sit and rest his haunches on your lap. Sweet, but slightly suffocating.
And one of his favorite things to do was to chew on was a wooden fence. Go figure. :unsure:
about 1 year ago
“The dog receives special privileges…He is obviously retarded.”
BWAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!! Phew. Sorry, gimme a minute.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.