Dog's Diary entries:



8:00 am -- Dog 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 rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!



12:00 pm -- Lunch! My favorite thing!



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



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



5:00 pm -- Milk bones! My favorite thing!



7:00 pm -- Got to play ball! My favorite thing!



8:00 pm -- Wow! Watched TV with my master! My favorite thing!



11:00 pm -- Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!





Cat's Diary entries:



Day 683 of my captivity:



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.



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 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.



The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated
cell, so he is safe.......for now....

agood one