Limping yesterday morning. I decided just to rest him but by the evening the limp was so severe I had to carry him into the garden for a wee. And when he had finished he just sat on the lawn waiting for me to carry him back in. I phoned our very busy vets and they squeezed him in for an urgent appointment. He arrived there flamboyantly limping and too theatrically distressed even to take a dog treat.
We talked about a possible X-ray but eventually decided on painkillers and a week's rest to see how it went.
I was very apprehensive about how he would be this morning, but the utter wanker has just bounded off the sofa full of joys and said "What limp? I don't know what you are even talking about."
Zero sign of even the smallest discomfort. Sheesh.