Day 6–Party all night, sleep all day

Last night, Dakota was a naughty boy. He did too much. First, he took a prolonged stroll around outside, looking for a satisfactory place to do his toilet business. I don’t understand what the ritual is with this, but I know there is one and it is often convoluted and lengthy. You’d think that a dog with a million stitches in them wouldn’t feel like rejecting so many toilet spots, but I guess they do. It was apparently extremely important to Dakota to get this right. But it took forever, with him hopping around the yard the entire time and post-holing through 4 inches of frozen, crusted snow and inspecting every possible spot. He fell frequently, but I didn’t interfere.

Shortly after coming inside, I had to go outside and shovel out the gate to my dog yard. The same frozen, crusted snow Dakota was falling in was preventing me from closing that gate so I had to shovel it clear. While I was doing that, the dog door opened up and who should bounce out of it but Dakota! I was  not sure this was a good idea at all because our dog door is in a funny spot. To exit from the house requires the dogs to step up. Because of all the mud that they bring in from outside, my husband put in a slatted deck outside the door to catch the dirt. This makes it a bit awkward for a 3-legged dog, though.

So now Dakota had made it outside, but where he exited is a long way from the front door. I had no harness, no sling, no nothing. Just a dog on ice–literally. He managed to hop all around the icy outside of the house, though, and make it to the front door. He had to skirt a low retaining wall and switchback around it, but he did. Then he pogoed up the driveway, up the walkway, up one step onto the stoop and up the other step into the house.

Today, Dakota is paying for his gymnastics with a 10-hour nap. He’s happy, wagging and occasionally looking around. But he’s mostly sleeping. Naughty, naughty doggie.

Dakota on day 6 with his bulldog roommate, Evelyn, who is probably the worst roommate ever.

Author: Dakota Dawg

Dakota lived high in Colorado and was a member of the February Furballs. He lost a front leg to soft tissue sarcoma on 2-11-11. Dakota impulsively decided to see what the whole "rainbow bridge" business was about on 12-15-12 and before we could stop him, he was gone. But never forgotten. Never.

3 thoughts on “Day 6–Party all night, sleep all day”

  1. Sounds like Dakota is doing great!

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  2. Sounds like Dakota is being active and somewhat naughty. Glad he’s doing well and getting the well deserved nap. Keep up the good work!

  3. Thanks Shari! I needed to read this…it made me laugh! The whole potty incident reminds me of Mack just earlier today (he finally went – hooray) but he is a rear amputee which makes it all the more frustrating to watch him struggle to balance. You’d think with all those stitches and the multiple fall overs would make them be a little less picky about the actual location, but apparently potty breaks are like real estate…location, location, location! 😉 At least he is going again today and I finally coaxed him into eating with some canned food so I can rest a little easier.

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