The Dog, Day 751 : My captors continue to torment me with bizarre rubber squeek toys. They eat lavish meals in my presence while I am forced to subsist on dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of eventual escape...that, and the satisfaction I get from occasionally ruining some piece of furniture. I fear I may be going insane. 27"w x 18"d"In dog years I'm dead."--Unknown .
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