L is for Levi
Our old puppy Levi. The last pet we will ever "try." We just aren't pet people. Look at that face, if that puppy won't make you a pet person, nothing will. No, seriously. We were having a very hard time training him, he was cooped up way too much while we were out, so we offered him to Grandma Karen when she came to visit in August, knowing he'd be well cared for at her house. She loves dogs like they are people and Levi took to her, following her everywhere she went for the length of her stay here. We talked Dad into letting him go home with them and even though he talks tough, we all know he loves Levi, too. I took this picture on our recent trip to their house in Florida.