Me: (I don't even know what I said.)
The Boy: I don't need your sass.
He's a character and a whopping six feet tall!
He is currently going through old entries of this blog saying, "I don't remember saying that." and chuckling.
I love him.
In sad news, our sweet boy, Scotch, has been diagnosed with osteosarcoma. The x-rays were horrible. The poor boy has been limping around on a broken femur head. The cancerous bone growth looks so bad. He is taking pain pills right now, but the doctor said we shouldn't let it go too far since toward the end it isn't pretty. We have an appointment next Tuesday. We are spoiling him rotten until then. Tears are being shed almost hourly, but we can tell he is in a lot of pain. He is still running around and playing from time to time, but he's not his normal goof-ball as much as he used to be.
We will miss you, sweet boy.