Submitted by For The Love of the Dog

    Excerpts from a Dog’s Daily Diary8:00 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!

    Excerpts from a Cat’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 communicate 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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