Fears- the Goosebumps books
Annoyances- incorrect grammar, rude people
Accomplishments- balancing my undying love for sleeping and school and swimming
Confusions- life, people
Sorrows- not taking enough risks
Dreams- getting a pilot license, being successful in my job
Idiosyncrasies- my obsession with anything Italian
Risks- trying to pet my ferocious dog
Beloved Possessions- (now) relationships with friends/family (then) my play house that I was so excited to get that my parents thought I was having a seizure
Problems- stress
Susie the flesh-eating dog.
Let me start of by saying that Susie is a dog that I have had since I was 3. When we picked her out it from the pound it was between and my pick (her) and my brothers pick (her sister). Obviously, me being the baby of the family, I got my pick. Ever since we have had she has always known that I am the youngest, which in her mind translates to the bottom of the pole. So she has always been kind to everyone, except me. When I was little I used to try to run all 70 pounds of her. We would all be out back in the parking lot behind our house (we live behind the UK softball and soccer complex) and play with her and not once, but twice I tried to run her. Both times ended with my whole front side bloody and me barely being able to move my body for 3 days. Which even though it may not be her fault, I still blame on her. But even when I try to pet her she growls or runs up and sits on someone to get away from me. And now that I'm done writing this I realize none of this even makes any sense.
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