I added a some pixie plants and fairy garden items to the flower boxes. They get so much shade that nothing much does well there. But they are doing well this year.
This is my boy when I walked in the door. It may look scary but I was right there. So close he was licking the camera. No more blocks guarded the rail. He can't slip under now, but he could get through like above.
He finally had his first vet visit. The breeder had given him shots but I don't think she took him to see a vet. He weighed 6 1/2 pounds. His parents were 4 and 6 pounds. We may need a DNA test done. He plays so hard with Piper. He runs so fast. So afraid he will hit his heat on the wall. He is tough. He is learning to run and hide under the furniture. He can get up steps now but jumping down is too scary for him. You seriously would not believe how hard those two boys play. House training is hit or miss. Still cleaning up too many accidents. But he is three months old. He moves his beds all around the room. Right now he has it folded in half and sleeping on top bottom side. I took a picture. He is a hoot.
Other news......my mother is doing better. She is on a really strong antibiotic. Blood counts are off and they still don't know what is going on. Maybe pneumonia. She had a chest x-ray on Friday. My brother came for his pre-scheduled week. He had to take her somewhere everyday.....doctor, lab, etc. So now his week is up. Heaven forbid he rearrange his life to stay longer. But get this, he expected me to come as soon as he left and stay indefinitely . He won't consider a nurse staying with her or worse yet assisted living. I said I could come for a couple of days but we needed to get someone to help. He screamed at me and said that my mom should be my one and only priority and then hung up. I was with her for three weeks before he came home. This happens every time. And believe me, I think we are up to 13 hospitalizations in 10 years. I am the one called. I sit with her during surgeries and help out finding where she goes next. I run back and forth getting her the things she needs. Then my brother comes for a week. And guess what, you guessed it, it's like I never helped out at all. He thinks since I live 100 miles away and he lives farther, it is all up to me. So this week my emotions are all over the place. I did get rest and that's a good thing. I am so tired of this. It seems that I am the only one that bends. He doesn't change any plans. He is vacationing when she is in the hospital. My mom continues to do things she knows she shouldn't and therefore getting hurt. But, it's all okay, because I will bend. It's expected but not appreciated. Oh well, I am trying to move on and forget about it. It's hard even at my age.