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One of the things I miss so much about my dog is that he reminds me to eat before I end up starving and unable to focus because my blood sugar levels have bottomed out of existence. Actually, he's wonderful for routine in general and helping me remember pesky things like food to begin with, and making sure we both get a good walk. I find walks to be calming, but I don't generally remain motivated to get up and do them unless I'm worrying about Oliver's needs. 

Two weeks and he gets to come home again. And I will have vanquished my flea problem, which means I'll finally be able to stop freaking out and cycling through anxiety about getting bitten.