He's not broken, anywhere. Sprained, bruised, and drugged out of his mind, but not broken.
'El Doggo' has gone around the block and sat in the grass for a while, so he's doing o.k., albeit he's slow and awkward. In fact, he snuck upstairs while I'm posting this and is lying down behind me right now.
I think he has a knife or a machete in his good paw.
I don't want to look and find out.
Pieceing all the information together, he climbed over the computer desk, chewed through a drawing board that was propped against the window, busted through the screen (that was the crashing noise everyone heard) walked to the corner of the roof, and jumped down.
He left his mark in the asphalt.
I need to put a sock or something over the bandage; a one block walk has begun to wear through already, which you can kinda see in the main pic.
Thank you, everyone, for your well wishing and kind words.
We'll keep you updated on his progress!