Happy Woofy New Year!

Saturday, December 31, 2011

From a dog’s diary:

December 31, 2011

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 – Milk bones! 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 – Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


From a cat’s diary:

Day 467 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.

Day 542 of my captivity
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited 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 my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Morons!

Day 629 of my captivity
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.

Day 758 of my captivity
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.

Day 814 of my captivity
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 must 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.


Sniffing and lickingly yours,


  1. BOL BOL! Hope you continue to enjoy your favorite things in 2012! You cat sis is a complete riot!
    Lovies, Miss Mindy

  2. Thank you for bringing a smile to my face this morning!

  3. Oh Sadie - you and your "friends" continue to amuse and amaze me! I look forward to your blog - you always brighten my day - no matter what mood I'm in - I've just got to ready it! Love to all of you... well, except maybe that stupid cat! d

  4. Sleeping on the bed is the BEST....Your friend Diesel.

  5. Sadie,
    We heard mommy laughing all the way downstairs. We were in our cozy dens. What did you have to say that was so funny?

    Your cousins,
    Harley and Amii


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