Her first grazed knee. It was inevitable when there's a dog walking group with seven dogs roaming the park. Why look where you're going when there are such wonders to behold.
No tears, of course (Josephine is such a tough nut) but plenty of examination and poking. And my favourite moment? When she checked the other knee for a matching war wound.
The first of many for our fearless explorer, I've not doubt.