Now that Penny has realised that proper shoes are her passport to the outside world, the wobblers are a thing of the past. I think the eureka moment was when she trotted onto the new lawn, fell to her knees and began shovelling mud into her mouth.
When Penny was taken for her last set of injections, she wasn't bothered. When she had to put on her first pair of shoes, she threw a huge wobbler. We are breeding a barefoot urchin.
