It wasn't a wart...

Well, the vet thinks I got a tiny little piece of something stuck in my foot and my paw is trying to get it out on it's own... now I get to soak my foot in salt water every night and it's getting much better. I'm pretty happy about going to the vet because mom got me a large squeaky this time. It was awesome!

Mom found out today that her letter writing has paid off and she's going to the next council meeting in the town next to ours. Apparently they don't like dogs like me and I'm not allowed to visit the town. Mom doesn't think that's fair, so she's going to teach them what nice dogs we are when we're trained and socialized. They don't let 'pit bulls or bull terriers' within town limits, and the Animal Control Officer has the right to confiscate us if we do go.

Marley

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