Entry 1
I just got this journal, so I'm not exactly sure how I'm supposed to use it. I guess I'll just start by saying that my name's Doggie. I'm a stuffed animal, a dog to be precise. It's a bit hard to write this without thumbs, so please excuse any mistakes.
I've just been brought to the Home of the Angels in New York, although I'm not sure which part. It's a foster care house/orphanage run by nuns. This lady, Mrs. Clarkson, took me from the store a while ago. She gave me to her son, Max Clarkson, but he wouldn't play with me. He only wanted to watch T.V. I stayed with the Clarksons for maybe a year; one day, Mr. Clarkson took me and a bunch of other toys out of Max's room. He said something about donating us, but I'm not sure what that means.
We stayed in a bag for a while, and we're sitting down now. I can't tell if we're on the ground or a shelf. I found this notebook and pencil in the bag, so I figured I might as well write this. It's not like any of the dump trucks will. I know where we are because I heard a lady say, "Welcome to the Home of the Angels," and then Mr. Clarkson said, "These are my son's old toys. I figured I might as well give 'em to you,", then the lady said, "Thank you, sir. Have a blessed day!" and he said, "You too, Sister." Will I get to play with someone today? I sure hope so.
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Hi! I'm not sure that this counts, but I like it, so whatever!
I haven't read this book in a while, so if I mess up any facts, don't yell at me please