Excerpts from a Dog's Diary/Excerpts from a Cat's Diary...funny...

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Excerpts from a Dog's Diary: 8:00am-Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30am-A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40am-A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30am-Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00pm-Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00pm-Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00-Wagged my tail My favorite thing! 5:00pm-Milk bones! My favorite thing! 7:00pm-Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00pm-WOW! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00pm-Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! *****************Excerpts from a Cat's 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 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 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 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.....