Cats VS Dogs--a little pet humor

We all love our animals, I thought many of us KH’ers could relate to the pet POVs in this joke I stumbled across.

I love my dog to pieces, but I won’t pretend he’s not easy to entertain! :teehee:
The Dog’s Diary[/B]

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 - Milk bones! 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 - Dinner! 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!

[B]The Cat’s Diary[/B]

Day 983 of my captivity.

[/I][CENTER]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 my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Evil People!!

[I]Day 984 of my captivity.

[/I][CENTER]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.
Day 985 of my captivity.

[/I][CENTER]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 must 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…

[SIZE=1](hijacked from a Fark thread about this dog that quickly devolved into links to Frye’s dog Seymour and everyone’s dearly departed pooches.)

Obligatory cookie begging shot:

That’s my Cooper on the right with a floppy ear and his Vizsla girlfriend Indie on the left

very cute! Thanks for the smiles :teehee:

That is funny. Your dogs are really cute.

I received that in an email a while back and it had me rolling on the floor and of course I had to send it out to every one I knew.
What cute dogs.

:roflhard: Every time I read that it cracks me up!

How funny! And what adorable dogs!!
Do you know if there is a thread where we can post pics of our pets?

What a lovely couple, Hama! How long have they been dating? :teehee:

Ohhh, round about 6 months. Coincidentally–about the same time I’ve been dating Miss Indie’s person. :wink: (Seriously, Cooper will be so heartbroken if he doesn’t get to visit with Indie post-persons breakup)

you forgot the Dog 6:30pm activity of Bath time - BUMMER, should have said BAD DOG BAD DOG, but they forgot