Well pudd'n slept a little better last night. I gave him some heavy duty cold meds and rubbed vics on his little chest & back (ok, so he's not that little, but he will always be my baby). He was sure pissed about the vics (tactile defensive ya know). My mother in law called yesterday with a real slap in the face with a big fat dose of reality. We are going to have to make arrangements in the future for pudd'n to live in a group home when he is older. At this point and time it really does not look like he will be a productive member of society and know how to live by himself. This breaks my heart ( along with a whole other bunch of shit, but we won't get into that). Some day when I am old and can no longer take care of him or myself, I am going to have to rely on the kindness of strangers. Pudd'ns cousins don't give a shit about him, he's the strange one that plays in the other room. When we do force (yes, we just about have to twist a few arms) the kids to interact with them, they keep eyeing the door to escape. Fuck.
Pudd'n has a pretty bad cold, he keeps booting me out of his bedroom and closing the door. I'm sure he'll perk up when he finds out he is going to Grandma land. Well I need to get my butt in gear. Have to get Sam in for a puppy well check and Jack some stuff for his allergies. He's chewed his butt up pretty good.