The young master had to have a small growth removed from his leg recently, and was given a full anaesthetic and enough morphine on the day to make the world a much slower, fall-y down place.
Pats were particularly welcome.
He got a bandage, which was annoying of course, and worse, had to wear a plastic bag over it when going out in the rain. He quickly learned to walk three legged.
However it's off now, and on Thursday he'll be allowed to run free - at the moment walks are all on the lead, as the vet doesn't want him to chance straining the stitches etc.
The vet also politely pointed out to the proud owners that at age seven, the Young Master is definitely now middle aged...