Dear Diary, hi! My name is Bella. This diary will show you the events that  happen   in my  life.  There  are  so  many fun, exciting activities  coming  up  this  week.   I   can't wait to share them all with yoU!

See you tomorrow, Diary!

Chapter One

    June 27th, 2o20

    Hello     again!    Today    is    Saturday . . . Crash!  Oh,  sorry,  I  forgot to wake up my owner.   He   fell   down   the  stairs sleep-walking   again   for   the   third   time  this week. Anyways, Jake, the only boy in the family, comes to my room.

    "Hey, Bella! Ready for your bath?" Jake asked.   Only   if   dogs   could   speak   to humans; all we do is bark all day. I wag my tail to show him that I do want a bath.  

    Jake sets the water to warm. He puts my favorite lavender-scented shampoo, and rubs it all over my fur.

    He  pours  the  warm  water  on  me    to rinse the soap off. Then he drys me with a purple towel. Aaaah, this is why Saturdays are the best.

    Jake  takes  me  to   the dining room. I don't usually eat much, except when the baby drops food on the floor.

    I sit under the table. I hope Jake gives me a piece of his waffle with maple syrup. He puts his hand above my mouth and he gave me a waffle! This is why I favor Jake since he was baby. I mean, since I was a baby.  It's  a   sad   story.   I    can't   talk anymore.

See you later, Diary :(

    My friend, Sally the poodle, who lives right across the street, stopped by my doghouse. I think she saw me.

    "Hey, Bella! Can I come over?"

    "Yeah. Sure. Whatever," I reply back.

    "You don't look so well," Sally took notice of. "What's wrong?"

    "It's none of your business!" I scream 

Chapter Two

    June 28th, 2o20

at her. Sally's face was all scrunched up like an accordion, and she looked like she wanted to cry. She began to walk away.

    "No, wait! Come back!" I shouted.

    "What?" she said with her head down.

    "I'm sorry," I finally said.

    "It's OK," she said. Her head was back this time. "I forgive you, Bella."

    I began to worry again.

    "What is it, Bella?" Sally asked worriedly.

    "Well," I sigh. "I'm adopted." Sally looked like she saw a cat taking a bath.

    "I know, I know," I say.

    "Oh, that's OK," Sally said. "Don't telly anyone this, but I'm adopted as well."

    I was shocked that we were both adopted. Then I told her, "I think we just made a better friendship."

    "Thanks," Sally replied.

    OK, readers, before we head on to the next chapter, this is what Sally looks like:

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