Dear Diary,
It is day 37 in Pavlov's lab, and I'm really beginning to doubt the credentials of this guy. This guy claims to be some sort of psychological doctor, yet all he does is feed me and stare at me intently, scribbling down who knows what on his notepad. Oh, and I forgot to mention his silly little bell. I didn't mind it at first, but now it is really beginning to annoy me. Maybe his experiment is to see how long it will take before I bite his hand off. . .
