The shorter of the keepers is no longer here. I wonder if I can escape the taller one? Wait, they gave me ham. Perhaps I need to try to keep them happy.
It snowed, only a little but enough to get in my paws. Two walks today. The tall one tried to run with me but she's slow and couldn't keep up.
I refuse to fetch the ball as that might indicate I'm happy and satisfied here.
My cell mate is coming around. We can now be in the same room although we're both wary.
Poor Bonny. How could we leave her in the hands of such cruel and evil people? I wonder how long it will take until the Stockholm syndrome kicks in and she actually starts to think that she enjoys the ham the jailers give her...
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