Poor Mason had me in a right state this morning. Last night he started limping on his back leg out of the blue and I thought he'd probably caught his toe since he'd been fine on his evening walk.
This morning, however, his foot had ballooned to twice its normal size.
Convinced he had dislocated or worse broken a digit I was waiting outside the vets at 8am when they opened.
He was taken straight through and a close examination revealed a tiny puncture in the centre of one of his toe pads, which when pressed oozed pus.
Some digging around with a blade (ouch!) produced a tiny shard of glass which had managed to get in, the vet thinks, on last night's walk.
The scary thing was that in the space of 12 hours the infection had spread through two toes.
Poor old Mason, having suffered the pain of having the glass removed and two large jabs, then had the indignity of leaving with a sock on his foot.
He's hobbling around painfully on three legs at the mo, looking pitiful, fingers crossed the swelling goes down by tomorrow!
Marie