Speck hurt his back, which is a constant fear for any dachshund owner. He’s laying on a heating pad, he’ll see the vet this afternoon but I’m not being very optimistic. I’m spending lots of effort trying to stop crying!
We can’t pick him up, he’ll hardly walk at all, he’ll hardly eat at all. He doesn’t come into the breakfast room and beg for food when we’re eating. He isn’t trying to get into the dishwasher when I’m trying to load it. This is real serious!
Since Speck sleeps with us and we can’t pick him up to get him in bed, Vince bought a blow up bed so I can sleep on the floor with him. He bought the nicest blow up bed that Wal-Mart had. He came home and blew it up for me.
But, oh, my gosh! It’s way too high. Speck can’t get up on it now and we can’t pick him up so we had to deflate it, take it back to Wal-Mart and get a flatter (probably less comfortable) blow up bed and Speck’s able to get up on it. In fact, I think he thinks it’s specifically for him . . which I guess it kinda is but when he’s better, the blow up bed is not staying in my living room.
I’ll keep you posted.