Dog's Diary entries...
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>8:00 am Dog food! My favorite thing!
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>9:30 am A car ride! My favorite thing!
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>9:40 am A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
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>10:30 am Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
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>12:00 pm Lunch! My favorite thing!
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>1:00 pm Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
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>3:00 pm Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
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>5:00 pm Milk bones! My favorite thing!
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>7:00 pm Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
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>8:00 pm Wow! Watched TV with my master! My favorite thing!
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>11:00 pm Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
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>Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
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>Day 683 of my captivity.
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> 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.
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>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 to! night. I was placed in solitary confinement for the dur
ation 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.
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>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.
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>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....
