8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!



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. ########.

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..............

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Did you ever get that feeling you were being watched?

LOL dogs have it easier than cats

Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow!

I have 5 cats, or I should say there are 5 cats in my house that have a staff member. Cats don't have owners, they have staff.

The dog part is also definitely true! I have one.

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I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was going to blame you.

Dynamite comes in small packages, Nitro comes in smaller ones, take your pick!

I honestly believe my Hubby's cat thinks like that too! The darn thing is always doing crazy and whack stuff.

Sorry folks not stepping on any paws here but

CATS RULE
dogs drool

It's because of my dog that I have three of the cats! Their momma abandoned them in our yard in Florida, and the dog wouldn't leave us alone until we went outside and were checking under the bushes where she kept wanting to go. Sure enough, there were three baby kittens that were only hours old. Spent 6 weeks bottle feeding them, and they are still with us.

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I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was going to blame you.

Dynamite comes in small packages, Nitro comes in smaller ones, take your pick!

THAT is a matter of opinion. However cats are good for some things. But due to the delicate sensibilities of certain cat loving members of this forum, I will refrain from elucidating on this line of thought.

Cats are cold and distant.

Dogs are just like kids. Only cheaper to maintain. More loving. In fact, the more I see of people, the better I like my dog!

And no, DOGS DON'T RULE! This is MY house, and I am the ALPHA MALE HERE!

(And I have my wife and dog's permission to say so!)

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Most, mine is emotionally needy though, its weird.

Most animals are diff. in there own ways.Not weird.