Dog’s Collection of Journal Entries & Drawings from Day 88 of the Apocalypse (His Favorite!):
Dog:
When I do good things, Owner says I am just following something called “stinks.” Stinks are good because they tell you what to do even if you are not sure. Stinks tell me where Cat is, even if she is in a tree. New Friend smells like wet food, and sometimes he shares treats with me, so I have to be careful not to confuse his stinks with treats and food. Today I followed a food stink, but I did a taste-test to be sure. Good thing, because it was New Friend! Always taste-test before you try to eat something, even if stinks say it is a treat, in case it is just your friend’s foot or finger.
Owner:
Oh Lord! I thinks Dog is trying to help by tracking zombies now, probably because I’m always on high alert looking for them. He rounded one up and I had to dispatch it before it could hurt us. I wonder if he has some sheepdog in him? Please don’t start herding zombies, Dog! That’s the last thing we need. I know he’s just following his instincts, trying to help, but it’s uncanny how often he finds zombies these days. At least we’re back in the woods and there are fewer undead here. We’ll have to find some winter gear soon though. Heading North, the cold will set in before we know it. Maybe that will slow down the apocalypse.
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Zombie:
Nooooooo, meeeeeee bite yoooooo!
*Peeees: Ow!
