Jackson got his two month shots in KC and he did such a great job! Unlike Oliver and trips to the vet for his shots, Jackson had no idea what was about to happen. He was all smiles until he was stabbed four times- poor little guy. It took him a few seconds to realize what happened and then he screamed bloody murder for about a minute and then drank a bottle and went to sleep. Huh...I had visualized it going much worse in my head. But, as always, Jackson pleasantly surprised me. He is such a good little boy.
Jackson and his battle wounds.
Before we made the big move out to Cali, our families came up to visit us one last time in KC.
Grandpa Teach and Jackson
Grannie Annie, Jackson and Oliver
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