Excerpts from a Dog's Diary

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary:

Hi 'Reeses' Fans!

I thought this was funny. Made my tail wag and wag!!

I hope it makes your tail wag too.

Sniffs and Tail Wags

Tyreese

8:00 am - Puppy 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 stroked and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the garden! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

4:00 pm - Daddy's Home! My favorite thing!

6:00 pm - Mommy's Home! My favorite thing!

6:30 pm - Cookies! 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!

With help from my friend Chester Cat.

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 mush or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt 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.

There was some sort of gathering 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 her feet as she 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 her 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.......