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When it comes to camping, we all love a good joke. From husband jokes, to Little Johnny jokes, to just plain camping jokes, we all love a good laugh. Below is a favorite of mine. It’s a great take on the differences between dogs and cats and what goes through their minds at any given moment. I hope you enjoy…
Excerpts from a Dog’s diary
- 8:00 am – Dog Food!!! My Favorite Thing!!!
- 9:30 am – A Car Ride!!! My Favorite Thing!!!
- 9:40 am – A Walk in the Park!!! My Favorite Thing!!!
- 10:30 am – Got Rubbed and Petted!!! My Favorite Thing!!!
- 12:00 pm – Lunch!!! My Favorite Thing!!!
- 1:00 pm Played in the Yard!!! My Favorite Thing!!!
- 3:00 pm – Wagged My Tail!!! My Favorite Thing!!!
- 5:00 pm – Milk Bones!!! My Favorite Thing!!!
- 7:00 pm – Got to Play Ball!!! My Favorite Thing!!!
- 8:00 pm – Wow!!! Watched TV With the People!!! My Favorite Thing!!!
- 11:00 pm – Sleeping on the Bed!!! My Favorite Thing!!!
Excerpts from a Cat’s diary
Day 983 of my captivity…
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for these rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped it’s headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear in their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies”. I must learn what this means and use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try again tomorrow-but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released-and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe…for now…
Kellie and I have dogs, no cats. I can honestly say that our dogs fit this to a tee. Do you have pets that fit these diaries? Let us know in the comments below. You can find a few more jokes in the Just For Laughs category. Hope you enjoy…
Conclusion On Camping Jokes: Pet’s Diary
There you have it. I hope you laughed as hard as I did the first time I read it. This is a great camping joke to tell around the campfire and it is also kid friendly. Let us know what you think in the comment section below.
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