>It is all a matter of perspectiveâ¦
>
>"Excerpts from a Dog's Diary"
>
>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!
>10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
>12:00pm - 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 the people! My favorite thing!
>11:00 pm - 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 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. 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 be
>more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
>
>The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him 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...
>
>
>"Excerpts from a Dog's Diary"
>
>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!
>10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
>12:00pm - 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 the people! My favorite thing!
>11:00 pm - 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 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. 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 be
>more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
>
>The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him 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...
>
