Today was going to be cold, drizzly, and breezy. In other words, perfect for a hike to get rid of the stink in my pants sour mood from cabin fever. My buddy, Nick and I loaded our dogs in my vehicle and headed up Nemo Road to the canyon. We got to Steamboat Rock and jumped out to pee in the tall grass in the ditch and get on with getting on with the program.
We headed down to Boxelder Creek where the girls could have a semiprivate skinnydip in the ice cold gin clear waters. I had fetched along the dog toenail cutters so we could take advantage of the softened nails while we were out, a normal part of he and I pack walking the dogs in the Hills.
I had brought along a short "nosewarmer" pipe and was loading a plug of tobacco into it at this nice deep hole in the creek next to a granite wall. It is scenic as all get out and I was telling Nick about a certain fat brown trout I had successfully pulled from that water when I looked over at Lena for some reason. She was looking back over her shoulder at me and the look on her face just wasn't right. I noticed her right hind leg was held up at an odd angle and blood was running from it.
"STAY" I commanded in a voice that is supposed to mean business without carrying any anger. Lena was/is feral and very sensitive to tone in my voice. I hurried over to her and knelt down to get a look. The innermost toe on the back right foot was nearly torn off and the blood was freely running. "Hold", I told her as I gently picked her up in my arms and began to beat it back to the vehicle. She's only 40 lbs and it was less than a half mile,but turning 61 and having Covid whip me like a red haired stepchild has stolen much of my endurance. I was puffing hard by the time I got to the vehicle and threw the keys to Nick telling him to drive.
I pulled my emergency duffel from the back and found the clean rags I keep in there. I wrapped her foot and put her in a down/stay on the seat next to me as Nick pushed that Kia through the twisty curves of the canyon. Cell service is hit or miss at best in the Black Hills and in this canyon its almost all miss. As we broke out of the canyon on the edge of town I reached my vets office, but she had already left for the day. I called my backup vet and they said they were booked up and asked me to call the emergency vet clinic. They answered in the first ring and I gave a brief description of what happened and how far we were out. They advised me which door to come in and said they would be ready.
True to their word, they had things in order and only the briefest paperwork to fill out. Nobody likes paperwork, and this is never so true as when one you love is bleeding on the floor next to you. A quick run into the surgery, all done with just a local injection for pain and she was stitched and bandaged up. The bill was half what I expected and a mere fraction of my deductible/co-pay for my own recent visit to the ER!
Now here's the takeaway: That ONE toenail was grossly overgrown, nearly a half circle! I regularly trim her front nails, but her rear nails seem to take care of themselves. Or so I wrongly assumed. I had neglected to check for months, obviously, and my failure to do so caused her this injury. I do regular checks of the usual; eyes, ears, coat, teeth, but somehow just plain blew off checking her back feet FOR MONTHS.