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Day Eight

This day shall live forever in my heart clouded by infamy. Today, I was left to my own devices, trapped against my will behind a -- DOGDAMMIT, I promised myself I wouldn't cry -- a partition. It was my first time in this . . . this prison! I did not do well, indeed. Despite being left with my numerous, expensive toys, and even my crate plus a generous amount of food, I confess I knew fear. It clutched at my heart, its icy talons cutting deep. And in my fear I called out for respite. O, how I howled! I am not proud of this fear. My genitals had shrunken to the size of raisins. Dog raisins! (Which are smaller than their human counterpart, thus keeping the metaphor's fidelity intact. Work with me; I'm a dog.) But I did not piddle. Though I may heel -- I shall never yield! Not to a partition. When my housemates finally deigned to release me into furlow, I was diffident. Imperious, perhaps, but would you not be as well, were you in my position? If you cut me, do I not bleed? If you waggle bacon in front of my face, will I not run around in circles like a child nailed to the floor by a single foot?

I also ate steakums for the first time. It was yummy.