It had to happen. Wilf saw a bee on the ground, went over the check it out and managed to get stung on his paw pad. Will he ever learn ? Ten minutes of Oscar winning performance followed. First came the howls, then a sore paw was waved in the air, then mad charging around, then more howls, then a sustained ' how could you have let this happen to me?' glare. A quick anti-histamine, a cuddle, a foot wash and then a chew to take his mind off it. By lunchtime he was restored to full health but was still milking it for all it was worth. Note to Wilf - If you've been stung on your right paw don't hold out your left one.
On the way home stopped off for a glass of wine at the local stone masons. He has just carved a most marvellous bull. Might we be interested in buying it for the garden?