Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for January 22, 2006

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Fish: On the off chance this thing ever gets published. Dear Diary; floated around the tank today. Dear Diary; Did a little floating around the tank today. Dear Diary; Ate some fish flakes. Followed by some floating. Dear Diary; Floating. Flakes. Dear Diary; Enjoyed a good float. Dear Diary; Floated. Dear Diary; My gun jammed as the enemy agents closed in. I fought them off with a broken bottle, and then dove out the seventh-story window as the building exploded behind me.