Diary of the dog.
Day 751.
My captors continue to torment me with bizarre rubber squeaky 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 or a shoe.
I fear I may be going insane.
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