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2nd post today... I'm gonna catch up today. A LOT OF STUFF HAPPENED TODAY(the 26th)! I re-met up with my friend Quinn, who I met at this gifted program and stayed friends with. He had a dog Mouse that died and got a new dog called Emmet that he really likes. I'm not sure how to spell that, but I tried my best. So yeah, we went to a film festival in Chicago with him, which was basically a lot of short films. We got front row seats, and it was REALLY FUN! No, I don't 'like-like' him, and no, it wasn't a date, in case you're wondering, I ALREADY HAVE A BOYFRIEND. So after that we went to a place called Mariano's, which is like a cultural restaurant and a superstore all rolled into one. I got some pizza that tasted great, some Sea Salt and Vinegar chips (my mouth waters just thinking of them), and raspberry iced tea. Why is it even spelled 'rasp-berry' anyway? Does the berry make you rasp? It doesn't make me rasp either. So why in the world is it called a 'rasp-berry'? Focus, Grace. Focus. Okay, well yeah, this 60+ yr old man yelled at us 'cause we were goofing around, and that was basically the end of our being there. Then we went to the PAWS Chicago (Pets All Want to be Saved or something... wait for me to research... Oh, Pets Are Worth Saving is the acronym.) place and looked at dogs and got to meet this dog called Lotta, and we ended up taking her home. For a 14-day (now 13-day) period, we are FOSTERING-TO-ADOPT her, which basically means that we are getting her for a trial period and PAWS will take care of some vet fees and stuff, after which, if we've proved to be good owners, we can keep her. We were trying to decide on her names, and as far as we got was my suggestion of Hazel, which everyone except AnnElise, my little 5-yr old devil- I mean sister. We decided on calling her 'the dog' for the moment and we walked her, gave her her food and water, and her pills (she's not sick, they're just preventing some kennel cough, and we only have to give them to her for three days) while Dad went to Petco, but even before she came in the house, she was a lot of work- we had to run in and get everything out of mouth level! She's so cute and we lover her SO MUCH! When Dad went to Petco, he bought a crate, but no bowls (we already have some), and a thing called a KONG for her. Yes, it's called a KONG. Capital letters. Basically, it's a red rubber thing you can put treats in and the dog has to figure out how to get the treat out. (You crush it to get the treat out.) It also makes a good 'fetch' toy if you don't want to buy tennis balls. It's rubber and cool. We also got her a dental floss toy, which she refuses to play with unless someone plays tug-of-war with her, which we don't want to do unless we train her right. That's basically what happened on the 26th.

-racartiara
Gracc

P.S. I tried out the 'Permalink' feature in the post settings, so this post will be linked http://theboringlifeofracartiara.blogspot.com/2014/10/lawl.html
So that's all today... Bai!