#209

My baby boy Max is not doing good. He seems like he doesn't have any control of his back legs or his hips. His hind legs cross when he walks, or the buckle completely. It is breaking my heart. 

He doesn't seem to be in too much pain, oddly enough. He isn't whimpering at least. Just staying still a whole lot more than usual. 

He has had hip issues for a while. He is almost 9, he is a German Shepherd. Not shocking that his hips aren't perfect. But last night, the boys were running and playing out back. J said they pretty much had a head on collision. And that is when he started to act lame. 

I guess a trip to the vet office is needed. 

And just when my daughters were starting to feel better. Really! If my boy wasn't so broken it would be funny. 

My newest niece was born late last night. Pretty awesome, huh? It is awesome. However, I am pretty sad about how I was informed. I found out through a text message. My sister had a beautiful, healthy baby girl. I got a text to prove it. 

I know that makes me sound like a jerk. Because it is jerky of me. But I am so utterly tired of feeling like I am not really a part of my family. Really, I have been in the States for almost two months, and I can count the number of times my four siblings have called me. It's less than ten. Combined. 

Remember when we were close?