I regret to report that my interdigital cyst problem has suddenly flared up again, and my left front paw REALLY REALLY REALLY HURTS.
Oh I am feeling so sorry for myself (as only dogs can, Gail says).
First thing this morning when Gail took me outside for a 'comfort break' I did not even want to walk down the steps from our front door to the street so she carried me.
I then hobbled three legged to the nearest tree, cocked my leg as usual, and promptly toppled over.
Four legs good, two legs bad.
That it was a frosty morning, and slippery underpaw, did not help, obviously.
After a few more attempts, I figured out how to keep my balance, and at least avoided the humiliation of having to squat like a girl.
We went to the vet this afternoon. It was a battle of strength and wills as Gail put me in a stranglehold, and vet Katrine grabbed my poorly paw, and I squealed and squealed as she squeezed hard on the swollen bit, and blood and pus spurted out leaving surgery looking like the aftermath of a terrorist massacre.
Gail said it was a flow rate to gladden the heart of a North Sea oil explorer...
I came home with some painkillers and antibiotics and I am hoping I'll be feeling better tomorrow.