Wrong, coffee breath.
Apparently Frankie will dig when he is chasing a cockroach (my dogs are so poor they only have cockroaches for toys).
Add in a muddy garden (thanks to the week and a half of recent rain) to the chasing of the cockroaches and you get some muddy paws.
Photographic proof provided after the visit to the physio. Trying to stay focused on the therapeutic benefits of deep tissue massage (rather than writhing in agony as I usually do) will allow me time to try to figure out if the feathers we found on the footpath in the back garden last night were indeed the remains of a little doggie snack. The fact that Frankie picked them up and crunched on them like they were potato chips makes one wonder.