Our eldest child . . .

Haven't blogged in a few days because we've been dealing with our injured 4-legged child. It was cold enough to get a bit icy the other night and Gavin slipped while jumping onto our deck. Matt said he went all splay-legged Bambi style. He gave himself a soft-tissue injury of some sort and has been quite a mess the last couple of days. He wouldn't sit or lie down for almost 48 hours. Very nearly drove us all crazy. The meds appear to have finally kicked in and he is finally resting, but he's still sore. Poor old guy. He's eleven now and we've had him for eight years! I actually had to hook up the scanner for some of the older pictures.He was a 65lb. bag of bones named Okie Ridge when we adopted him in Oct. of 2000. Now he hovers around 80lbs.

We call this his "vulture dog" look.

Using Luke-in-utero as a pillow.

Holding hands with Michael (don't call the SIDS police).

How he looks most of the time. We're so glad he's feeling better.