This afternoon, Dakota decided his potty time was done. And he didn't want help. This involved moving several feet over the snow, sticks and pine cones, hopping up the step into the house (we'd been using a sling for this move), going across the dining room and plopping down onto his bed. Of course he needed a multi-hour nap to recover, but so what?

And tonight he very nearly duplicated the feat. First he lay down in the snow and did a muzzle snow plow out of pure joy, then he got back up and snorted and shook it all off. He got himself up the step again and into the house. At bedtime, when I moved his bed to his usual spot, he hauled himself up and raced across the room to the bed. I know he will learn to moderate his speed and right now momentum is everything. I had to haul you-know-what to keep from being run over.

I don't know when we were prouder: When he came inside on his own or when he peed yesterday. I'll have to think. 

You go, Dakota!  (Pun intended)

yeah!  That's great news.  Nothing like a good snow snarfle to raise your spirits.

My dog's name is Dakota too.   I am so proud of your Dakota and hope that we can be as lucky as you guys.  My Dakota will join the ranks of tripawds tomorrow.