Monstorboy has been limping for the day, and licking at his foot repeatedly.
So this afternoon, I grab his foot (no easy task, he hates his feet being touched), then dig my fingers in between the pads looking for the problem (not pleasant since he licks his feet a lot). I find …. a grass seed.
I pull it out. 
Apparently this miraculous act now requires copious amounts of attention and affection, including lying under my feet, regardless of how hot it will make him. If I move, my legs get licked.
Well ….. at least the dog appreciates me. 
