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Post by Tamrin on Oct 20, 2008 5:48:56 GMT 10
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Post by Tamrin on Oct 20, 2008 18:42:38 GMT 10
Excerpts from a "Dog's Diary" 08:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!! 09:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!! 09:40 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!! 01:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!! 03:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!! 05:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!! 07:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!! 08:00 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 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 on 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....
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Post by synchronicity on Oct 21, 2008 2:33:32 GMT 10
 Who said that the owners had to be human? ;D |
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Post by synchronicity on Oct 21, 2008 2:50:09 GMT 10
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Post by synchronicity on Oct 21, 2008 2:58:40 GMT 10
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Post by synchronicity on Oct 21, 2008 3:20:15 GMT 10
And here is the junior version of what we started with. ;D |
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Post by Leo on Oct 22, 2008 4:15:12 GMT 10
LOL! My dog's name is Ginger, and she the color of the one in the cartoon! And she don't listen any better either (to me anyway, she's scared of my wife. Ginger seems to think I'm "hers."). That's interesting. My wife has red hair and thinks she owns me  Actually, she does ;D |
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Post by synchronicity on Oct 22, 2008 4:46:31 GMT 10
The only Ginger in my life is the cat next door. Actually his name is Tom, but another one of my neightbours has nicknamed him Ginger, and I think it quite suits him. He is a menace! He has decimated the local bird population and I have personally watched him devour a whole turtle dove. After that his belly was so big he could hardly move. He also has a habit of loitering around my bird feeder.  What I and others in the neighbourhod have been wondering is, do his owners feed him?  I am currently looking for a powerful water gun. Although he loves the taste of birds, he hates water! ;D |
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Post by synchronicity on Oct 23, 2008 1:06:14 GMT 10
And then, of course, there are the occupational hazards we subject them to... |
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Post by synchronicity on Oct 23, 2008 1:20:20 GMT 10
And yet, there is nothing they won't do for us... But, wait a moment, isn't this pushing the limits??  |
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