Went out with Lucky Lord Barkeley this AM, not 200 feet, in the cold dew, and he’s stung on his hip by a yellow jacket. I thought a thorn, maybe a snake but I was watching and saw no sweeping.
He tailed in zigs and stopped to ask for help, nosing his right butt. Took me minutes to find this burr in his fur.
As soon as he saw it, I crushed it, he ate it, then he ran to bed.