tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291183242011-04-21T13:52:18.728-07:00Lady of DOGShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18249634368411345288noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29118324.post-1149183141809972452006-06-01T10:15:00.000-07:002006-06-01T10:32:21.820-07:00Monday, May 24, 2005<br />Dear Diary,<br />Today is the first day I have had<br />this journal. I am starting it this summer so I will not be bored. I am going to give you a sketch of the family. There is Rachel, who is just your ordinary, annoying little sister. She is the person who would put sour candy in your food bowl, lock you in your kennel for no reason at all, even put her mom’s favorite stuffed cat right where you can sink your teeth into it so you’ll get in trouble (she should put herself somewhere where I can sink my teeth into her). Next there’s Ryan. He is okay. He comes outside a lot, takes me on walks, and feeds me most of the time. He’s the most ordinary of the family. And there is Michael. He's very funny. But he's a huge bookworm. The mom stays at home. The dad is a doctor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29118324-114918314180997245?l=ladysdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lady of DOGShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18249634368411345288noreply@blogger.com0