Day 11

I accidentally showed my keeper one of my tricks. She put some stupid booty things on my paws, mumbling something about eight inches of snow and lots of salt on the sidewalks. I hate these things! To show her how much I hated it I walked down the stairs on my front paws. Oops! I didn't mean to show her I could do a handstand.

In retaliation I lost those booties as often as possible. That will show her!

Day 9

These people are really really mean. They have placed all their trash cans up high so I can no longer access my favorite treats. And why would they care? They just wipe their noses with them and throw them away. I make much better use of them than that.

In response I snatched the short keeper's hat when they took me out for my supervised recreation.

Day 5

They put me to work today. The prison was filled with both short keepers and tall keepers and they were eating some fluffy white stuff while watching flickering lights. I had to clean the floor because it was covered with fluffy white stuff; it just kept coming and coming and coming. I couldn't rest at all. When they finally left the tall one made me clean up more of that white stuff. It was pretty tasty but I won't admit it to anyone lest they begin to think that I like it here.

Day 4

I am making progress with the tallest guard. I charmed her into allowing me to steal her body heat while she shirked her duty on the couch. In return, I obliged her by chasing a few balls in the exercise yard. The fence is too tall. I cannot escape.

I post these pictures to document my condition at the beginning of my imprisonment.

Day 3

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.

Day 2

A walk in the morning, a walk at night. A kibble and water diet. My keepers make me sleep on the floor. My evil roommate and I at a standoff. She's loud and mean if I come upon her unexpectedly. I hope to gain her trust.

Day 1

My people have deserted me. I'm stranded in this bleak and cold, cruel place for who knows how long. Nobody loves me.



Not only that, my cell mate is evil and has weapons.



Please! Save me!