National Animal Sanctuaries Support League

Lancashire County

Dog and Cat diary

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 Daily 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 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 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 not hear the noises and smell the food. I heard 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 their 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 communicating 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 ...