Dear Diary,

I've just spent another lovely weekend at my brother's residence. With lots of good things, everything came to an end much too quickly.

Of course, that ragged boy was there still, a blot on an otherwise good weekend. How my brother is still allowing the miscreant to stay there is beyond me. I would have got rid of him to some orphanage the day I opened my door to find him on the stoop.

Petunia is a different one though; not to say I don't approve of her for my brother, but odd all the same. She never talks about her family, barely even talks about the boy she calls a nephew living with them; gets very cagey when you ask her a question about her sister.

We reminisced about that time my brother's family came to visit, and good ol' Ripper ran after the boy and chased him until he climbed a tree. Always a good sense of character that Ripper.

Speaking of Ripper, I must find him a nice and ready female to start breeding again. Ripper won't be happy until I do.

As always,

Marge.


A/N: I'm baaaaack! Only took me, what, two year? Maybe a bit less? Either way, I'm back, and ready to dive back into these entries

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