Well, he doesn't know that, and still tries to jump up and down, so we have to watch him carefully--it's like having a baby in the house. He has a hard time holding himself up on our hardwood floors, kinda like Bambi on the ice-covered pond. But he's getting there, seems to feel good, and for that, we are very thankful.
Here are some photos:
These were taken while we were at the hospital, and as you can see, Duke isn't thrilled. It's like he's saying, "No! Don't leave me in this place again! I wanna go home!" He behaved well, however, and we were soon on our way.
My hubby Clark built a ramp on our deck so Duke would have an easier time going outside. The ramp has other good uses as well: for decrepit ol' me, who has trouble with stairs, and also when Clark wants to bring the BBQ grill up on the deck. Here are photos of Clark's masterpiece:
So, there you have it. Duke is well on his way to recovery (and we must watch him at all times), but we wouldn't have it any other way.
Dachshunds . . . you gotta love 'em!