Hello, SUD! That stands for Stupid Unwanted Diary. I got you for..valentine's day by some lovesick fool who,I guess,wanted me to write down my life so he could read my stuff. Weird! anyway, I have it locked. The password is "purple Pancakes!" don't ask. Well,so today my dad said something that caught me totally off guard. I know that it was my allowence day but instead of paying me, guess what he said!
"Honey, It's time to let you know something!"
I raised an eyebrow and sat down on the table.
"yes, dad?"
and he scratched art his fur for awhile before replying "you are growing up and I believe it is time for you to go get a job"
Well, guess how I reacted to that? I don't like admitting it, but I fell off the table...Ow.
what are you leading up to, dad?" I say.
"I will not be paying you any more money. You have two options. 1) you can go without money or 2) you can get a job"
I fell of my chair. Simple as that.
"Is one even an OPTION?" I exclaim.
"well, do you want to go broke?"
yeah, I figured out it was not an option!
"fine, I'll get a job" I walk to the door, shoving a doughnut in my mouth.
"where are you going?" he asks me.
"Out! I gotta find a job to do"i reply, slamming the door.
Chapter two
I raced up the street and dash quickly into the Post Office For Dogz. "hello!" I said to the lady in the chair. "what can i do for you?" she askes me.
"I need work. Anything with a pay over 20 Puppypaws a day" I glance around the log cabin-like room.
"Right this way"
I follow the lady down a sunny hall and she turns a corner and enters a room that says emploies only.
Unsure, I do not follow.
"are you coming?" she barks angerily at me. I scoot inside the room and take a seat in a really comfy chair in front of a table. SAhe pulls out a lined piece of paper.
"what job do you have in mind?" she asks me.
"are there chocies?" I ask hopefully. Sighing and glaring, she pulls out a hard rough paper. "we have police officer, loveletter deliver, milkman, or woman in your case, we have post office worker,we have nursery worker and a social worker" she looks up at me.
"Loveletter deliever!" I exclaim. That way...I could catch up on all the latest gossip!
She laughes and laughes and laughes her paws off at me.
"what is so funny?" I asked, alarmed.
"N-n-nuthing" she croaked. she scribbled something on the paper.
"Name" she demands.
"Izzy" I reply.
"gender"
"girl! duh"
"ok, you've got the job" she rolls the paper up and hands it to me.
"thank you" I say.
I leave and unfold the paper. It said, on the botttom:
deliver is required to carry cooties along with her delieverys




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