On the day we received the phone call about my BIL’s accident, we made arrangements to fly out within 3 hours. I came home from work, packed a bag and we were out the door to catch our flight. I don’t think the puppies were even taken out that morning. Thankfully, on my way home from work I called my dad. I’m so blessed to have my parents so close (45 minutes) to us. He was in the car and to our house to pick them up by the time our flight left. I don’t know what we would have done without him that day. So, my parents kept them for the weekend while we were in NC. We came back on Sunday with plans to fly back up the following Friday. Instead of shuffling them back home and then back to my parents the following weekend, my parents offered to keep them. We are so appreciated of them for doing that. The week was a blur, we could barely handle taking care of ourselves. After a great trip last weekend and a lot of progress being made we knew we would wait to go back up until he (my BIL) was out of the hospital and home. So, we were excited about getting the pups back on Sunday, when my parents picked up us from the airport-or so we thought. Mom called on Saturday saying Jax’s skin had gotten bad again and they were going to keep him to take him to his other vet (close to their house). We had already taken him to our vet 3 times and the last thing we were told was to get an allergy test for $800. They thought it would be smart to get a second opinion and I couldn’t have agreed more. They took him to the vet on Monday and we heard some of the same things but this vet didn’t recommend the allergy testing. She gave him another steroid shot and then steroid pills to take every other day. I’m a little worried about the steroids because they are not good for his internal organs. But, I do understand that his quality of life is important right now and he can’t keep living wearing a cone and t-shirt. So, steroids it is…for now. We were planning on leaving them at my parents for the next two weeks until he goes back for a check up. That was until I received a text from my dad today….”I think ur pups are ready to come home”. Now, I’m pretty sure that is his way of saying: I’m sick of these crazily hyper dogs barking all of the time and not giving me a break. Nonetheless, we are ready to have them back home. They have been so missed and we can’t wait to pick them up on Sunday! 
Aren’t they irresistible? How could we not miss them?
Glad Jax could get another opinion. And thank goodness for parents keeping our fur babies. My grandpa checks on Knox for us during the day. Praying for your BIL!