Last night Darby was running about playing with his ball, being Darby when I noticed that he was a little hesitant to go down the steps to the landing of the stairs. So I immediately think "Oh, Lord, it's his back". He had been running around a lot this weekend and I don't know if he injured something. So Darby is back on staying quiet and thinks the DH and I suck because we suddenly can't throw the ball anymore and just roll it. I think I may call Dr. Cooper tomorrow and see if she has a time she can swing by and adjust his back. Then tonight after I was home for a little while, I noticed that Scooter was acting funny. He wouln't eat his dinner and just wants to lay around. I gave him some Okra Pepsin and I'm microwaving some rice now for his breakfast. Cash was sitting on the floor and I looked at him and said "Please, Cash, just stay well".
So my boys could use some