Poor Winston’s too busy to play with his friends – he is off to the vet with a great big splinter in his paw, and there’s absolutely nothing worse than having a splinter in your paw, or so Winston thinks. But what Winston doesn’t see as he crosses the busy city is that unlike his friends, he’s one very lucky pup! If only he would look around and see the chaos he leaves behind him . . . but having a splinter can be very distracting.
A bright, bold and brilliantly funny book.