He’s doing much better. He still has paralysis on his left side and a little on his right, but he can walk. Yesterday, he bounced around the yard by the poop area before I could catch him. He would crouch down (the dog version of “Play with me”), jump up and run/wobble a few steps, crouch down and look at me expectantly. Poor little prune had to go back into his 2 foot x 2 foot puppy run; his six weeks of total rest are not over.
I started calling him Prune because it rhymes with Bruno. Well, sorta. It went from Bruno-pruno to Prune. And his brain is about the size of a large prune.
I just learned that in some Spanish speaking community somewhere in the world, bruno is a word for a small, dark plum. Well, that sounds an awful lot like a prune to me.