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So the other day I was shocked to find my normally-well-behaved dog Miko up on a chair in the living room…
Silly dog! She had just been groomed and when she saw the clippers coming out again, she panicked!
So, we are officially insane. We just added three dogs to our tiny little house! They are all black, female, standard poodles, and they are a-DOR-able!!! It really makes Shanae happy to have a dog again – a big dog – she was missing her dog back home. The one with a cast, Cosmo, broke her leg when she caught it on the fence while playing in the backyard. Zoey is the big one, she’s about a year old, and very sweet. Her poor tail is crooked, but it gives her personality. The other two are Cosmo and Miko. Cosmo actually belongs to Shanae’s dad and will be leaving with him when he finishes helping us remodel our house (more about that later). Miko is ours! She is an adorable fuzz-ball. We love our pets and even though they cause mischief sometimes, they make us happy and make our lives a little less boring. Cosmo and Miko are about 3 months old and will be the same size as Zoey when full grown. Here are some pictures:
Zoey! She's a sweetie
Miko is my little fuzzball
The gimp with her cast
You can see her better in this picture. She has a special boot on her cast.
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!
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. S—!
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 short of his mental capacities.
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…