Major drama last night with Oscar.

So I was in the lounge, Peter was in the kitchen and Oscar had just been called in from the garden.  Peter called frantically, ‘Judy! Come quick! Oscar’s lame’.  So I rushed to the kitchen and, sure enough, Oscar was holding his left front leg up, hopping, and looking very alarmed and sorry for himself.

By now both of us are thinking he’s done a major damage, maybe by stepping on something sharp in the garden and shredded his paw, or he’s twisted his leg and broken it.

So Peter held him up while I checked underneath.  What do I find?  He’d stepped on a half nut or fruit shell of some kind and it had stuck to one of his pads.  What a prize wuss! Lots of reassuring cuddles and a treat and he was right as rain.