GF journal 7/8/12 not sure about the exact date

Sushi with my sister!

My sister and my dog, Melano, flew in today from my parents. I’m super excited to have them back in the apartment. 

I’m worried about how eating gluten free will work out well with my sister, but she seems to be supporting me thus far, hopefully it will hold until she leaves the country. 

Yesterday was a blast, after I ‘cleaned’ I went to a fellow nerd friend’s and his wife’s house for another cook-out. These two both know I’ve been gluten free and asked me to bring what I wanted as a side, which I really appreciated. So I took some sweet potato fries that you bake in the oven, a couple pieces of lettuce and some corn tortillas to put the hot-dogs in. It was super yummy, and a wonderful picture will be following. 

Today’s food:
Breakfast: Chex
Lunch: a nectarine and an oatmeal bar  (Didn’t eat breakfast till 11)
Dinner at a local sushi place with my sister and a guy friend.

Then the fun part of my night started. There was a skittish little black dog that came up to Melano when he was on a potty walk.

Oh look! What a cute puppy! 

Where’s your parent?

Oh… there’s no one here

*walks to a nighbors following the dog*

Hmm, no people. Oh wait person*hears a story about how this dog was locked in an apartment next to another dog parent that we know and broke out somehow. These people that have the dog are on vacation either to disney world or to mexico, no one knows for sure, so the dog momma we know was waiting for animal control. BTW, the dog is vicious and biting people. The 14 lb dog. yup. Apparently he is abused, and I really hope that wound up being reported. Then I follow the dog further down the apartment complex, to nowhere. I walk home and the dog follows me, so I grab some salami and lure the scared dog to me. 30 Min later I grab her and stand holding her talking to the neighbor while she waits for animal control to come and catch the crazy dog.*

What do I do now? Call my vet tech friend!!
* I was then advised to go to the 24 hour vet and get the dog scanned for a micro-chip.* 

Did that and there was no info, then I was faced with a choice. Surrender the dog or deal with it for awhile and see if I could find the owner. I decided to bring her back to my place and put up fliers tomorrow. I walked out of the vet and my sister called. 

A: Do you have the dog still?
W: Ofc, we’re headed home now.
A: Oh good, her owner is here.

So that finished that, but it was an eventful Friday night to say the least. 

Now my sister and I are headed on a sonic run, yay for half price milk shakes!