Dear Diary, ?/?/?/
It has been two weeks since we have gotten our new little pet. We haven't chosen a name for him yet, but I think, personally, we shold call him Sir Bump His Head A Lot. Quite the adventurer, he is. Though his eyes aren't open yet(they should any day now), it's not stopping him. Right now he just banged his head against my onto my desk, looking for me. He must be hungry.
Now, I'm not one for telling my secrets to a diary for my little brothers to snatch it, but it's killing me. And Gage knows it. But if Mother and Father finds out...
Anyway, the secret:
Our Dog can Talk!
He started around two days again saying,"Me hungry," and," Gagey, Jennyy..." We, Gage and I, nearly freaked. Then we almost cried of joy. Cause who can say, they personally, got a talking dog?!
Dear Journal, Same day as above.
My dog can talk, my dog can talk, my dog can, wow I really need to name him. Our little pet has just run into my room causing my sister to laugh in her room. Wait, I got it!
"Jenny, come here!" Gage yelped, picking up a now struggling pup. The pup barked. "What?" Jenny asked, entering. It had only taken her a matter of per seconds. Her room after all, was just on the other side of the hall. "I got an idea for his name!" Jenny smiled. "So do I!" "I think it should be Mr. Peabody!" The pup heard this and started to say Peabody over and over again. Jenny's brow deepened. "Mr. Peabody?" "Yea. You know, for when we found him, he was the size of a pea and-" "I know, I get it. It's rather pathic, but okay." Just then the pup could be heard whimpering in pain. They looked down to see that his eyes were just starting to open. The twins were identical twins. With both a smile, lots of freckles, and red hair, they looked a lot alike. Mr. Peabody's eyes all the way opened. "Peabody!" he said. The twins giggled.
That night, the twin's father lost his life to a posioness snake. The next morning, Mr. Peabody was off to New York's Animal Adoption Center...
Alright, Gabe here. I'll be telling the next chapter...
