11 November
Dear Dairy,
I can't believe those guys. They decided to put in the gymnastics team today. I was planning to take a day off tomorrow to mentally prepare myself for this, but no, they don't care about other people's feelings and fears. All they care about is their stupid program. But it doesn't stop there, it gets worse. All gymnasts must have a sweatshirt or something like that with them during the training and competitions, to keep their muzzles warm if they take a break or have to wait for their turn. I think it's great, but it so happened that Kim couldn't find a sweatshirt today. I woke up early enough to start training with the team, so I helped Kim look for something to wear. The only thing we could find was a white with green sweatshirt stuffed away in a box with the three stuffed animals Tommy gave her and every other thing that reminded her of him (I knew she still loved him), so just our luck, it used to be Tommy's sweatshirt and now she might have been on TV with it. Trevor has gone crazy, it was obvious, but he hasn't beaten her up yet, probably because Zhane has been with her. Luckily she didn't have to train in sight of the camera, I don't know what would have happened if Tommy would have caught her like that on TV. I truly hope non of the cameras caught her. To make matters even worse, I was wearing a sweatshirt which showed my pregnancy, it was over-size, but one of the smaller ones. I haven't heard anything from anyone yet, but I don't think it will be like that too long. What am I going to do?
Love,
Ashley