Excerpts from a Dog's Daily 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!

10:30 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 the people! My favorite thing!

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

 

 

 

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:

 

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 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 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.  My Captors have

arranged protective custody for him in an elevated

cell, so he is safe .... for now.

LOL !

 

I love the comparison, dogs are really dull & cat's are REALLY evil 

 

I love them both, though

i love the cat one

i could almost expect the dogs lol the cat ones hilarious