Sadly, he didn't find any sun today - overcast with threat of rain (I hope not - shingles blew off my roof in the high winds yesterday and I want the wind to die down before I clamber up there and nail in new shingles - and no rain before then!).
But he's walking better on and off leash.
Tonight is Itzl's last night of physical therapy.
Here, he's on his leash therapy - every time he walks three-legged, I stop him and remind him "left foot down", and he puts it slowly down, looking at me as if I don't really mean it. Then he walks a few steps, gets in a hurry and raises his left leg so he can run faster. Since the goal is to strengthen his leg muscles now, he needs to use that leg. He does listen when I tell him to stop and drop his left leg, but he thinks I don't really mean it unless he's leashed.
He will walk on pavement with all four legs reliably now. See? But on grass, he lifts that leg up so he can move faster.
I took pity on him because he will not poop on a leash and let him go. I'm surprised this picture came out as clear as it did, since he's a dog that must, absolutely must, run to the left, then the right, then the left again for exactly 8 feet each direction, then spin three times and exactly three times in place before squatting to poop. Here, he's on his second spin.
Today has been a rather quiet day after all the voters yesterday. Itzl doesn't remember the last presidential election and what chaos my office was then. I am hoping this year it will be calmer. We won't know that until November, though.