As I sit and wait for 5 hours from 4:00am this morning, I struggle to keep my eyes open. While little miss Bella, my puppy (a German shepherd/husky mix), runs around chasing my cats, I slowly and tiredly go get a bowl of cereal. A nice bowl of 2% and Cookie Crisp. Getting over excited cause 9:30am is coming and my love will text me. Knowing we wont be able to see each other for 2 weeks straight, kills the joy of hanging out with my friends. Scott will be at hockey tryouts and right after, vacation to New Jersey. Right when he leaves to come home, I’ll be leaving to go to Myrtle Beach. Which that’s he reason why I am worried sick about him. I do trust him, all honesty. I just don’t know why I’m worried.
The other day he told me, in fact it was yesterday, that he wanted me more than hockey. To hear that, it’s amazing. I know I am so young and such but I think I am in love. Ha hockey has been his life. And I support it, even if that means he has to move an hour away the opposite way that he lives from me by himself. And yes it worries me sick.

Sitting there finishing up my bowl of cereal, I decide to take Bella for a run. Making me highly upset, I realized that she looks bloated. Hearing “the dog is bloated” is never good. My dad, mom and I reviewed what she has eaten and where she was. We came to the conclusion that she has eaten clothing. I’ve been trying to make her better, and its slowly working. She was panning before but now she is breathing fine. But she is still little bloated but better than before. She still has me worried sick cause he isn’t fully healthy, but she is actually having fun being a pup again.
 

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