Eight month old Levi was waiting for me at the door as he jumped on me and chewed the rug in the front door, I already knew he would be a handful tonight. I wasn't wrong. First thing out of the door and he wanted to bark at everything! I had to take him down some quiet streets where he couldn't see anyone to calm him down. He has been restless these past few walks. There is still another ten months to a year to go before he calms down. It's part of the growing stage, but it can be exhausting.

However, having his company as we walk in the darkness of the park is quite soothing. The gentle giant. Mischievous at times, but caring in nature.

We ended the night well, but when he arrived home he wanted to bite Ms. J's feet and then he went for my shoes. He was looking to be entertained, but Ms. J doesn't have the energy. I feel for them both. I'll see Levi again next Friday.