Dear Diary,
I do believe it has been over a year since my entrapment within the Lane household. Why those damn Animal Control bastards locked me up within this wooden gulag I will never know, but I do know that I must escape. Fast.
No matter the efforts I have made, I am constantly pursued by an unintelligent canine creature from the behind. It plunges its nozzle into my rectal regions, and it is becoming more and more of a scare for me. The Humans stand by and laugh at the dog's psycho-sexual advances toward me. I plea for their mercy, but the best they can offer is a pet on the head.
Yesterday, I felt the pain of coincidence. The canine monster laid its excrement within the prison, and I happened to be right by it, stretching, when the Warden appeared before my eyes, a newspaper in hand, an angry expression upon his face. Realizing my doom, I sped from the angered male Human, but to no avail. Tonight I sleep outside in the rain as I plot my escape...
TO BE CONTINUED
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