It's a Sunday in Scotland and it's sunny - I should have known that was a sign of impending doom!
I spent half an hour making a picnic to take the dogs to the Galloway Forest for a lovely walk in the sunshine, the puppy's first good walk since her operation. Got the car packed, walking boots on, picnic at the ready, call the dogs in from the garden - and the puppy is limping, yelping and leaving a trail of blood in her wake
A quick look revealed she'd somehow split one of her back claws up the middle, right up to where it comes out of her paw so the blood vessel was exposed. As you can imagine, lots of blood and lots of yelping (this from the dog that spent months with her bone dying off in her leg without so much as a wimper, so I knew it was bad!). Styptic powder and compression didn't stop the bleeding and she couldn't walk on it, so I'm now £100 lighter after a trip to the emergency vet. She's had painkillers and antibiotics, and is lying at my feet feeling very sorry for herself with her paw bandaged up - they couldn't even remove the broken bit because the whole nail has split, so we've just got to wait for it to grow out.
Obviously the animals clubbed together and decided we couldn't get a whole week into March without a vet bill, and she drew the short straw! They're plotting to bankrupt me, I'm sure of it....
Soggy picnic for lunch, me thinks!