It rained on my parade haiku

I must poop.
Sniff, sniff, sniff, the grass is wet.
I cannot.

New Shoes

My Momz went on and on about these new shoes she bought. She pleaded with me not to chew on them. I can't even imagine why -- sniff, sniff --

I smell french fries, hold on...

Welcome Home

Dear Diary,

Mommy came home from business and didn't bring me anything - so I chewed on her black heels. Wait - I smell food...

False alarm.

I felt better, but I think she was upset about the shoes. They tasted funny - Los Angeles must have lots of dogs. What was that? I think someone's eating something...

No, false alarm.

While Momz was away, Uncle Eddie took care of me, we played dress up and watched lifetime movies. He cried and I licked his face. Uncle Eddie is weird, but nice, he gave me turkey slices and cheetos.

Anyway, I overheard Mommy talking...did someone open the fridge...wait, she's getting something...I have to go beg.

False alarm diary, she got water. Anyway, I heard mommy say that she's going away again so I took her brown loafers and hid them on my bed.

Love Chilli,

PS - I'll write soon