Eeeeouch!

For a couple of days I was hopping along - and no matter how my human friends tried to get near my sore paw, I wouldn’t let them. But by the third day - anything was better than the pain.

Operate! Operate!

Well, armed with a head torch, a pair of tweezers and a steady hand the extraction was made . . . a word of warning little deerhounds . . . watch out for dangerous thorns like this!