Texts from Dog

[Daisy]

@octoberjones has a dog, he gets texts from the dog and posts them on tumblr.








More here ... http://textsfromdog.tumblr.com/

[Lord Jim]

[Sean]

Love it!

[Scooter]

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 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 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 what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

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.

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 has got to 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 . . .

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[The Hen]

Fnaaaar.

I can just image texts from Barney dog.

Barney: I can't move.

Me: You're in the corner.

Barney. OK.



Barney: I can't move.

Me: You're in the corner.

Barney. OK.


Barney: I can't move.

[Daisy]

[dales]

[Jarlaxle]

Marm's texts would all have been a variation on...

Marm: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Me: You're snoring!
Marm: Yes. I do that when I sleep. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

[The Hen]

Ha!

[BoSoxGal]

[Gob]

I love these, having a dog who is "a character" really puts them in perspective.

[BoSoxGal]

Exactly!

My dog would have texted: 'don't worry, they just chewed the mail that came thru the slot and have a bite mark similar to mine'