The Patient

Miles had to go to the vet yesterday.

He hadn't been doing much of this.

He started limping and doing nothing more than laying on the couch all day. After a trip to the vet (and after pooping on the table in the exam room), Miles is like a new pup, thanks to the cortisone injection in his back. Poor little dachshund... the back problems are starting early... he's not even 7.

Special thank you to Grandpa Yono for coming over to puppy-sit Bella... God forbid she be alone for alone for an hour... she seriously might've had an anxiety attack. It's ridiculous.)

She's such a diva.

So now that Miles has diagnosed back issues, he's not allowed to jump on or off the couch anymore. Yeah. Good luck to us.

Here he is, as I try to coax him up his new doggy steps (at least they kinda match my living room) with his favorite treat. (Notice the tongue). It didn't go well. He just stood there and wouldn't go all the way up the steps. Or down them for that matter. He prefers jumping over. And probably re-injuring his back.

Such is life, with a stubborn dog.