K9LANDMINE...Watch Your Step!!!
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Dog-gone Fun!
Laughter really IS the best medicine...
Laughter really IS the best medicine...
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Pet Diary
"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!
3:00pm - 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 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 thier 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 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"
8:00am - 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!
3:00pm - 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 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 thier 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 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...
