Everyday, twice a day, I take these two on a walk. They are brother and sister. Six years old in May. Long haired dachshunds. Stubborn, Ornery. Smart. Whiny. And most definitely part of our family.
Our walk is usually down this road and back.
|There's my girl.|
Late last week the male wasn't acting just right. A trip to the vet and an X-ray later confirmed that he's having some issues with his back. We came home with a course of meds and reassurances that he'd be back to his normal self real soon. However, yesterday morning he woke up with partial paralysis in his left hind leg. He's been at the vet since getting IV meds. Anti-inflammatories and steroids. And our vet is confident we'll get through this.
|Don't mind his wacky haircut. His hair was getting so long that he was dragging half the forest inside every time he come back in. I trimmed his tail, ear and belly fur a bit to curb that. He will get a proper haircut soon.|
|There's my boy.|
Think of all the smells he's missing along that road! He'll be anxious to check all those pee-mails left for him in his absence I'm sure. And I'll be more than happy to let him linger and "read" every last word.