Fletcher-Ace-Levi

This was Fletcher. Then he was Ace, and now he’s Levi…forever. This is the adorable dog that my beautiful daughter, Megan, and her wonderful man, Shane have selected from a rescue group in Connecticut.

Megan was raised with animals. She had a brilliant Welsh pony named Ben when she was a kid. I have had horses throughout all of her life, and dogs…oh boy have we had dogs. But none of them were hers. Megan cared for all of our animals, and she considered them hers too, but they were ours. Levi, like Shane, is all hers.

Look at those eyes…that crooked smile, and broccoli-faced nose. Who wouldn’t love a dog like him? I don’t know who it was, but somebody didn’t because Levi, a Boston Terrier/Pit Bull cross, landed in rescue. When Megan told me they were getting a dog, I implored her to consider rescue. She said, “oh definitely, mom! We’re definitely getting a dog from rescue.” It was music to my ears, and I am so very proud of them. These loving kids didn’t fall prey to the cuteness factor in the pet store window. They did not perpetuate the tragic circle of puppy mill to pet store to uncaring buyer. They did not become part of the problem, and instead became a part of the cure. They made room in rescue for another imperiled dog, and thereby saved a life. How cool is that?

Beginning June 1st, this is where Megan, Shane and Levi will call home. A California native, and dyed-in-the-wool beach girl, Megan followed her heart last month, and moved to New Hampshire when Shane decided to leave California and move home. In the next year, he will be starting a business there, Megan will be creating a new life, and Levi will be warm, safe, and loved unimaginably.

The Skype instant messages, telephone calls, and emails have been flying back and forth between us. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and my daughter likes to be prepared. Months ago, she and Shane picked a name, before they even began looking for Levi. They are busy choosing just the right dog food, a crate, (yes, they understand that dogs love crates,) a collar and leash, dog bed, and toys. She is planning their routes on the very best hiking trails, and I can’t wait to see the pictures. You would think they were having a baby. OMGosh, not that! I’m not ready for that, but I will be sending a doggy-shower gift. That I can handle…no problem.