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Puppy, Been, and Dog: Always been a sucker for puppy dog eyes
Puppy, Been, and Dog: Always been a sucker for puppy dog eyes

Always been a sucker for puppy dog eyes

Lmao, Parents, and Shit: My dog is done with shit more than my parents have lmao. ;__;
Lmao, Parents, and Shit: My dog is done with shit more than my parents have lmao. ;__;

My dog is done with shit more than my parents have lmao. ;__;

Life, Dog, and Will: Having a dog will bless you with the happiest days of your life.
Life, Dog, and Will: Having a dog will bless you with the happiest days of your life.

Having a dog will bless you with the happiest days of your life.

Best, Dog, and Them: Everyone thinks they have the best dog, and none of them are wrong they are absolutely right.
Best, Dog, and Them: Everyone thinks they have the best dog, and none of them are wrong they are absolutely right.

Everyone thinks they have the best dog, and none of them are wrong they are absolutely right.

Weird, Zoom, and Beach: First time at Seal Beach in San Diego. Was able to zoom in on this weird dog from about 10 feet away...
Weird, Zoom, and Beach: First time at Seal Beach in San Diego. Was able to zoom in on this weird dog from about 10 feet away...

First time at Seal Beach in San Diego. Was able to zoom in on this weird dog from about 10 feet away...

Dad, Dog, and Kitten: My dad and his dog are getting along with my kitten
Dad, Dog, and Kitten: My dad and his dog are getting along with my kitten

My dad and his dog are getting along with my kitten

Bones, Cats, and Food: Dog Diary Vs A Cat's Diary. This Is So True It Hurts. Dog 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 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 - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm- Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! Cat Diary: 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 l 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 my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! 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 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...
Bones, Cats, and Food: Dog Diary Vs A Cat's Diary.
 This
 Is So True It Hurts.
 Dog 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 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 - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
 11:00 pm- Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
 Cat Diary:
 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 l 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 my capabilities. However, they merely made
 condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
 Bastards!
 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 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...