Day 8 of my detention as a prisoner of this infidel.
Every attempt to escape is thwarted.
I try to rouse the other dogs to declare mutiny. But, it is hopeless, they are obviously brainwashed.
The one they call Peter speaks constantly about the food.
I think this is where she hides the mind control drugs.
More interrogations are needed.
I proceed to establish the oxen are also being drugged.
Regrettably, the horses are subjected to the same dastardly treatment.
I resolve myself to eat only my captor's food to avoid being assimilated.
Failure.
She suspects a plot and begins weighing myself and my food.
If the others will not help me with my prison break, I shall go it alone.
Digging is too slow and noticeable means of fleeing. I must persevere. While I hatch my escape plan, I continue my resistance by means of biting and barking at the infidel...
Day 6, disaster--- district leader of all jailers is called in for a private session with me.
They called him Stewart Harvard, police dog trainer and herding dog champion. My attitude is quickly readdressed, but secretly, I continue to plot.
I look through discarded documents to try to piece together an escape plan.
I employ various means of distraction to keep her from guessing my scheme. Stealing her roll of toilet paper temporarily very effective.
As part of my sentence, I am subjected to forced labor. I miss no opportunities to sabotage...
Quietly defiant, I steal the drain pan while the captor changes the oil of a motor.
Yet,resistance, at times, feels futile. In spite of stealing any rug or blanket not nailed down, the infidel will not abandon me to my devices.
No longer trusted, I find myself tethered to the jailer, even when performing degrading tasks such as the dreaded manure pile run.
For some reason, cutting grass is not required of me and I can fiendishly laugh at the infidels as they hurtle toward certain heat stroke.
One associate of the warden favors me. Perhaps he may be of assistance.
I have determined that the other two dogs are idiots who help the warden capture me when I am so close to making a break for it.
I will approach the sympathetic associate jailer tomorrow for help because I can take no more. My humiliation tonight was complete:
I think I will exact revenge by peeing in her bed tonight.
