I went to bed yesterday a little after 9am, because I wasnt feeling well and I was tired, and woke up a little before 3pm. I wasnt feeling all that much better, but I went upstairs because I was starving from not having eaten much the last two days. I was talking to my mother about Molson and she said that he was around the night before and she had fed him. I remember Paul answering his phone at Kim's and saying something about having to go to Sobey's and get dog food. At the time I had assumed it was for our own dogs, but it turned out to be more for Molson (our dogs would have eaten earlier in the day) and he ate quite a bit apparently. Neither her or I could actually imagine the people who own him not feeding him, but you really cant tell with people. I know that if we didnt have Emma, Mum would adopt that dog in a second, and so would I. He lived with us for months while his owners split up and the man moved in with a woman down the road. Now, everytime he gets loose (they keep him chained in the yard) he comes straight to our house because we'll feed him and take him inside in thunderstorms, and give the poor thing some affection. I hate when people have animals and dont take care of them.

Also, I was surprised that Mum didnt rag on me for missing a whole work day. She told me to make an appointment to see my doctor so that he can give me an inhaler since I've gone and had the breathing test done. I told her that he's going to say the tests show that there's nothing wrong, and he's only going to brush me off. So she told me to ask to be referred to a specialist if he does that. I have to now, make an appointment to see him, and I probably wont get one until after the holidays at this rate. Grr on him. Oh, and I did start feeling better around suppertime. Not great, mind you, but better than I was feeling all day.

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