It's me, Joey. I cannot believe that Scout told you about my gas problem. It's not my fault. It's that medicine. :::sigh::: Scout even emailed Grandma about it yesterday. Well, I have good news. My problem has improved and it's not nearly as bad as it was previously. Mama even said it's not that bad any more.
I have other good news. My sores are looking much better. Mama is very happy about that. She still thinks I will need to stay quiet next week, but at least my foot is healing.
Yesterday, the big brown truck pulled in our driveway and left us a surprise. It was a box from Best Bully's Sticks. Yummy! Mama ordered us some big bully sticks along with some curly bully sticks. Scout and I chewed and chewed and chewed last night. It's a fun way to spend the evening. We are already chewing again this morning. The bully sticks were big when we started on them. Mama said she might order us elk antlers the next time. That sounds interesting.
The Greyhound Who Thinks Some Things Should Be Left Private, Scout