8:00am-dog food! oh boy, my favorite thing!
9:30 am- a car ride! oh boy, my favorite thing!
9:40am- a walk in the park! oh boy, 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, fetch, ball, and stick! my favorite thing
3:00pm- wagged my tail for master! my favorite thing.
5:00pm- milk bones, my favorite thing!
7:00pm-got to play some more, my favorite thing!
8:00 pm- WOW watched t.v. with the family, my favorite thing!
11:00pm- sleeping on the bed, my favorite thing!
Day 983 of my captivity;
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little objects.
They lavishly dine on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash some sort of dry nuggest. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strentgh.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 demostrates what I'm capable of. How ever, they merely made a condescending comment about what a "good little hunter" I am..Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confindement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smeel the food. I overheard that my confiememt 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 will try this again...but at the top of the stairs.
I'm convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies & snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He obviously is retarded. The bird has got to be and informant. I observed him communicating with the guards. I'm 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.
To be continued.