The Energy Dachsie

Dad is in Germany and Mollie is here already for a week.
I am not sure she is a true mini dachsie, for this she is too long, but a small and slim dachsie , just like ours looked, when they were young.
She has energy to no end !
Racing in the backyard 4 to 5 hours in the morning, dashing around endlessly in the house, up and down the stairs, zig zagging from dresser to closet, jumping on couches, chairs and tables .

What is really dangerous,Molly jumps about 3 feet straight up in the air to catch squirrels. Very bad for a dachshund's back.
Raskal was paralyzed twice when he was still very young, and we don't want this to happen to Molly. How can we stop her from jumping ?

It does not matter to her how hot it is, she is running from tree to tree, picking her way along bushes, rhubarb, wheel barrow and shed to the fence or a fast dash to the other side past weeds, roses and rocks. She flies up to the tree trunks circling for a long time, just to chase a squirrel who sits up there and chatters back at her, waving the long tail like a wind mill. If there is no squirrel in sight, there might be one coming any minute now and Molly races around totally obsessed.
She never looks exhausted and after a little drink of water, she races off again. Slowing down does not exist with her.

Faustimaus was a great hunter, specializing in squirrels. Her and Schnapps treed a squirrel on the long gone Russian olive. There was no safe jump to another spot for the squirrel, so they both circled the tree, feigning an attack, standing up on the trunk and barking. Schnapps was ripping the papery bark til it hang in long sheets, which in the next year caused the demise of the tree.
With his teeth, he was hanging there swinging like an acrobat in a circus.
Fausti stepped back and forth, back and forth, over rocks and little twigs with sharp burs and worked herself into a frenzy.
I could not catch them, because I was hobbling after knee surgery and so I had to wait until the stand off ended.
Afterwards Fausti visited the vet, because she tore the skin off her pads and had to gingerly walk around with bandages on all four paws.

After trial and error, the dining options had been worked out.
Molly does not like the moist food with the tempting gourmet sounding selections.
Dry food it is, although we changed to Science Diet, small bites.
She eats at will. There is no way to establish a twice a day feeding schedule with her huge incredible expanse of energy. She has to eat more often . Other wise you stuff a mountain of kibble into a small tummy when you feed her only two times a day.
Schatzi eats her normal dinner made for the city mouse, while the country mouse gets a little piece of chicken or cut up Costco meatball with her kibble.
They both seemed to be contend.

The sleeping arrangement are okay for now.
Schatzi did not want to sleep with us anymore, so we moved another doggie bed next to Dad, that worked for her.
Molly sleeps with me, and I am on the other end of the leash with her. She jumped in and out, played and did not settle down, until we decided to keep her on a leash close to me. That worked instantly. Schatzi now comes back into bed again, but leaves later for her own basket.
She wakes me up on at 5 : 40 on the dot, so I can enjoy the world from the deck before the sun comes up.