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Are You A Dog Or A Cat?

Are these the best of times or the worst of times?

 

Do the sim­ple things in life lift your spir­its or do you strug­gle against the yoke of eco­nomic con­straint. It’s all atti­tude and perception.

 

Obvi­ously this isn’t the most seri­ous arti­cle I have ever posted but on an oth­er­wise tough day I hope the below raises everyone’s spirits. 

 

By the way, I didn’t write the diaries.  A friend sent them to me.  I wish I knew the author; they are hilar­i­ous and make the point.


And, I am a dog.


 

Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary


6:00 am– At last! I Go Pee! My favorite thing!
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!
10:30am — Got rubbed and pet­ted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm — 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!
6:00 pm — They’re home! 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 their actions 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.


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 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…

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1 Comment

  1. rob

    Mark, You were the ear­li­est of all my friends in iden­ti­fy­ing the changes in atti­tudes and in lifestyles many of us would be fac­ing as a result of the eco­nomic cri­sis, and the ways we woudl have to start look­ing at life in order to stay emo­tion­ally healthy. This piece is an impor­tant part of adjust­ing to the new real­i­ties.
    Be a dog and love your fam­ily, friends and the sim­ple things in life — they are the most impor­tant thing we have!

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