Something very strange and nasty happened today, friends. When we were out on our walky early this
morning, one of my front paws started to hurt and I began to limp! Dad noticed at once and took me home. He and
Mum tried to examine my paw which was bleeding. I'm very ashamed to admit that I gave Dad a small bite
on the hand. I've never done it before and I didn't mean to - it was just an instinctive reaction when
he was trying to look at my sore paw, because it hurt. I looked and felt VERY guilty afterwards,
but Dad wasn't cross at all - he knew I didn't mean it and that I was sorry!
As a precaution Mum took me to the V*T, and it's lucky she did because they caught sight of something
embedded in my paw. Mum left me at the V*T's which I didn't like at all, but a very kind nurse
stroked me and told me that I will go to sleep in their special room later today, and that when I
wake up my paw will be much better...