i tried to be happy but it didn't work. freezing rain squalls turned my umbrella inside out and mister hasn't pooped now for 24 hours. he wanted to turn the first corner home and kept stopping and staring after me until finally he started running, one good thing, and he looked beautiful against the lush marshy green grass, saturated now, the streets are riverine and the midway a wetland. if only it was a warm spring rain but it could turn to snow again.
i'm sorry to say kids, it's my last day with mister and i'm in misery. i don't know what to do.
if he can't poop should i not give him food? what a sad last day. it feels like the world's end,
but it'll go on without us.