Sooki and the marvellous, wonderful, suddenly not-so-good, bad day.

Sometimes I get get to feeling stir crazy.  I don't want to go to the same ol' places for a walk.  I wake up wanting an adventure and that was the case yesterday.

There's a high hill just past Lawrencetown Beach that looks out over the Atlantic.

It's about a 30 minute drive from my home.  That's where we headed.

The main trail leads up the hill while a side trail leads to the right to the Atlantic shore.

Guess which on we took ?

Wendy fetched the ball while Sooki explored the shore looking for rotted things to eat or roll on.

Back in Sackville the day had been quite warm.  By the ocean, it was a mite chilly so I was glad I'd brought my denim jacket.

We took a side trail up the hill.  Several times, I stopped to pretend to admire the view and give my creaking knees a chance to rest up.

The trail along the centre of the hill comes out at a cliff edge.

I've been to this exact spot before.  The last time was mid-winter and I stopped to take a photo of a boulder perilously perched on the cliff edge.  Peering over the edge I could see the boulder now lying on the beach below.

Just back from the cliff edge is a memorial to "Katie Cullen.  1992 - 2015" .  A memorial webpage requested donations to the Mental Health Association...

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While the temperature by the ocean had been in the mid-teens (Celsius,) at the top of the hill it was much warmer.

It's a lovely spot for a peaceful wander.  

It was only when we turned to walk back to the car that I spotted Sooki limping.

I figured she'd picked up a thorn in her paw.

This is what I saw as I gently lifted her foot for examination.  WHAT ?   Sorry if you're a mite squeamish.  I'll leave it to you to enlarge this photo if you feel so inclined.

I must confess I gasped when I saw what she'd done.  Her entire nail bed was separated from her nail !  Gives me the heebie jeebies just telling you about it.  I have no idea when or how it had happened.

Once back in the car I called the vets to say we'd be there in about 45 minutes.  They responded that they were booked solid and would try to squeeze her in.

Once at the vets, in spite of her THROBBING foot, Sooki insisted on sitting on a chair while we waited and waited and waited.

Because we don't live in Ontario not one person expressed a worry at being in the presence of a Pit Bull that was clearly in pain.  Instead they'd come over to stroke her head and commiserate and wish her well.

They weren't always sure what was wrong but when they spotted her poor toe they'd all wince in sympathy.

Eventually she was seen, kept, sedated and later that same evening sent home to sleep it off.

Back home she's doing lots of sleeping and taking it easy.

I'm sure this'll slow her down for a good 36 hours at least !