Essay, Vet, Running Shoes

I had to take Abby to the vet today. There were no accidents during the night; however, the consistency of the excrement she produced this morning prompted us to schedule an urgent check-up. We could get an appointment for 10:45 a.m., so I had plenty of time to finish my essay about imposter syndrome. It wasn't an easy topic to write about, and the task didn't make it easier: I had to analyse Ms Obama's speech in which she talked about the phenomenon and how to deal with it.

Anyway, I took Abby to the vet. According to the examination, apart from slight diarrhoea, there were no other significant issues to cure, so we were given many helpful dietary supplements, a jab, and a juicy bill. We have to watch her outcome constantly, and should her metabolism produce anything liquid, we have to take her back to the vet for another treatment involving some antibiotics. After returning home, I made lunch: spaghetti with tuna. It was so delicious that we devoured it within two minutes.

My next journey was to the shoe store. I bought a new pair of running shoes: not that I'm that big of a running guy. In fact, it's just the fact that they are so comfortable to walk in that makes them so appealing. Anyway, I purchased them and returned home immediately, and took Abby for her afternoon walk.

Well, this is the story of my activities today, and as Mr Stokes from You Rang M'lord would say, "What an exciting life you lead...".

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