Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Something Goofy

For those of us who have had the pleasure (?!?) of owning both dogs and cats, you will see the hilarious truth in this post. Enjoy (have tissues ready - you'll be laughing so hard you'll cry)!

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 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.

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...............


  1. So funny! I have both a cat and dog, if I could read their minds I think that is really close to what they would be thinking.

    My doggy, an eight year old lab, loves everything and everyone! The cat, a five month stray that we found at birth, hates everything and tries to kill me nightly! She'll lay across my neck and when I take her off she then tries to lie on my mouth! Anyways that was way to funny and cute! Do you mind if I post it on my blog?


  2. Sydney, help yourself! That's too funny about your cat... Who knows what goes through the mind of those mini-predators!!!

  3. True indeed! When we still had our cat, she seemed to always hate being anywhere near us and always was on the lookout for an escape. Jack, on the other hand, would literally sit in the car for hours if that means he gets to go anywhere with us.