My recent problems with my dew claw - oh, and I've scraped my nose a little bit since we last spoke - were put into perspective when I heard about the lucky escape of a greyhound called Sandy who fell 60 feet off some cliffs in Dorset last Saturday.
The Swanage coastguard rescue team were called into action after the horrified owner reported their dog had gone over the edge of a cliff between Studland and Old Harry Rocks.
Luckily for Sandy and his owner, the Swanage casualty watch team were already heading out to Old Harry when they got the call from Portland and they were on the scene extremely quickly.
They could see Sandy, who had broken his leg, at the base of the cliff and sent a crewman ashore. The Coastguard team then passed a special dog bag down so that the lifeboat crew could safely recover the injured greyhound to South Beach from where its owner whisked it off to a vet.
The Swanage coastguard say that the next day a very similar accident happened at the same spot, but by the time they got to the scene the owners had managed to rescue their dog themselves.
Of course we greyhounds love to run, and maybe Sandy got the sight, or smell, of a rabbit and took a very dangerous step too far. I wish him a full and speedy recovery.