Checking out the poll thingy!!

If you can't choose one favorite, mark more than one!

* Excerpts from a Dog's 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 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 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...

Good one, synicalchick. I have two dogs and two cats. What more needs to be said?

My two babies.. Chippy and Kirby. Course I have two cats too.. Kaylie and Carlie..

I love english bulldogs

Horses!! But, not just any horses....I love the miniature horses!! So cute and cuddly. I have 2 of my own and horsey sitting another one for the summer. I just may not let the owner take her home, I may have to keep her!! LOL

I also love my doggie...he's a Wire Fox Terrier (or Wire Fox Terrorist, as my husband calls him...lol) He's such an energetic, and yappy little thing...he buries his doggie bones in my plants, and under the cushions of the couch...but I wouldnt have it any other way!!